City of Angels Page #3

Where's the doctor?

- I'm the doctor.

- I'm sorry.

I operated on your husband.

How is he?

He didn't survive.

What?

We were able to restore

blood flow to the heart...

...but he developed a lethal arrhythmia

and we couldn't resuscitate him.

Wait. I'm sorry, I don't understand.

A what?

I'm sorry.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

What did you say?

What?

Oh, my God!

On the table, on my table. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. What happened?

What happened?

A graft occlusion? What?

It was textbook. It was textbook.

I'm so sorry.

The room got so big.

I was so small.

How did I get so small?

I should've gone back on.

I should've massaged longer.

I should've gone back on.

Massaged longer. I lost it.

I lost it.

Have you ever been seen, Cassiel?

You're looking at me.

No, not by me, and not

by the dying or the delirious.

Have you ever been seen...

...like you were a man?

In a diner once, a blind woman

turned to me all of a sudden...

...and asked me to pass her the mustard.

- But she was blind.

- But she knew I was there.

That doctor in the operating room...

...she looked right at me.

She didn't see you, Seth.

She can't see you.

No one can see you

unless you want them to.

And if I want her to?

Why do you want her to?

To help her.

Open it!

Open it now!

Everybody down!

Do it! Do it!

Sh*t! Just give him the money.

Did I leave the lights on?

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