[ WP ] `` I 'm in the market for miracles . ''

Please, you must save my son,'' cried a young woman in the hall. Fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered as Gabriel strode toward the surgery room. Each room he passed had a hungry face looking out, hands stretched toward Gabriel's stiff white coat. Their cries were endless. 
 
 `` My wife is dying, please help,'' sobbed a man in a left hand room. 
 
 `` My sister's tumor... please remove it,'' begged a little girl in a right hand room. 
 
 `` Every day is much the same,'' muttered Gabriel as he stepped into the scrubbing station. The surgery room was prepped with his latest patient, and a small team of nurses waited with tools. 
 
 `` It will take a small miracle to save this child,'' whispered one of the nurses to another. `` The cancer is aggressive, and it's everywhere.'' The other nurse shook her head sadly. 
 
 Gabriel stepped carefully up to the table, surveying the young boy's chart. He did indeed have cancer just about everywhere: his brain, one of his lungs, and a touch of it on his stomach. Gabriel looked up at the nurses around him, and then directed a level gaze at the nurse who had spoken. `` I guess it's lucky that I'm in the market for miracles,'' he said, and a small white feather fell to 
 the floor.
