Cato Oren Steadman The look on Cato's face brightened with that little bit of hope Nick gave him when he agreed to it. He couldn't possibly miss out on the chance to make someone's life better, especially someone like Daisy who deserved every possible happiness she could glean despite the limits her illness seemed to create for her. He supposed he attributed it to the feeling that rose up inside him whenever he remembered his sister, and what she did then. Daisy was a daily reminder of her, her fragility, and the great promise she showed.
"Thanks, man," he grinned. "Really. Thank you." And with a grateful pat to the arm, Cato carried on with his rounds of the ward.
He first had to start out with those who needed the most assistance. Daisy was out of the way, having already been sent to her room and put on medication to help ease her breathing, and Dolly had already attended to Charlotte, so he carried on with the rest. Mrs Acuña, a sufferer of acute renal failure among other things, worried again about how her grandchildren were going to react to her being this way or how her children were going to fare without her. Cato took some time to sit down with her and talk to try and alleviate her nervousness, which was causing her some stress. He assured her he'd make contact with her estranged family members, seeing as she wanted her family to be around her if and when she passes, while he was checking on her. After that was done, he moved onto the next patients on his list.