I can't just think of what I want."The wizard reached across the counter offering his hand to Sara and once again she took it. His words were tougher ...o Sara but in order for her to understand, they needed to be. "Sara, you ARE only thinking of what you want. You're thinking about how much YOU love Prue, and how much YOU need her and how unfair it is for YOU to just suddenly become her daughter."The wizard shook his head and sighed. "Child you need to think about what Prue wants, and if you. The place had never been one of her favorites, but she knew enough to deal with it. She walked up to the information desk forcing the muscles of her face to smile at the young blonde woman sitting there. ‘Hello, I am wondering if you can direct me to James Oliver’s room?’ she asked politely. The woman’s face dropped and her eyes filled with tears. ‘I am not allowed to send anyone in there. He’s in critical condition.’ Angel swallowed. ‘I am his next of kin. Officer Sampson called me and told me. . I actually laughed out loud. I should lock the door then. I stumbled out to the main room and checked the front. Heather had already locked it, of course. I took off my coat and threw it on the couch, trying to remember what I’d just been doing. As I turned around, the room grew brighter.“Whoa,” I gasped, stunned by the sight of the silhouetted girl in the bathroom doorway.“I thought you were in the darkroom,” she scolded.“And I thought you were wearing jeans and a sweater a minute. ‘Shoddy work. I’ll find out who was on shift and leave my socks and dirty scrubs in their locker.’ ‘A&E was rammed, Bron. She did the best she could under time pressure.’ ‘Being busy is no excuse for shoddy work, Ceri. When I’m on duty I don’t care if the sky is on fire or some meth head is masturbating in the hallway, I make sure the patient I’m seeing gets my full attention.’ ‘Not everyone is as good as you are, Bron,’ I said, softly. ‘Of course not, I am Bronwyn, Nursing God,’ she intoned..