LOGINTHIRD PERSON POVThe blood bank finally located a compatible unit for Julian, and the nursing team moved quickly to prepare for the transfusion. After confirming his identity, verifying the blood product, and completing the required compatibility checks, they brought the packed red blood cells to his room and checked his baseline vital signs before starting the infusion.Rhonda stood beside the bed, watching every movement with anxious eyes. “How long will it take before we see an improvement? He's been lying here for so long, and I can't bear the thought of him getting worse again.”The nurse adjusted the infusion line and checked the monitor. “We'll monitor him closely throughout the transfusion, Mrs. Blackwood. His response will depend on several factors, including how his body responds to the blood and whether there are other complications affecting his condition. We'll keep checking his vital signs and watch for any signs of a transfusion reaction.”“But you expect him to improve
BREA“A DNA test?” Rhonda repeated, her voice rising. “Why would we need a DNA test? He's our son! I gave birth to him. Michael was there when he was born, and we've raised him together. What does a blood test have to do with questioning something we already know?”“I'm not questioning anything, Mrs. Blackwood,” Alexander replied firmly. “I'm explaining your options in light of the findings. You don't have to make a decision about a paternity test this moment, but I would recommend discussing it once Julian is stable enough for you to give the matter your attention.”Michael looked at Rhonda, then back at Alexander. “If there's nothing to hide, why shouldn't we do it?”Rhonda turned sharply toward him. “Michael, listen to yourself! Our son is lying in a hospital bed, and you're already talking about proving whether he's yours. How can you even think about that when we should be concentrating on getting him well?”“I'm concentrating o
BREA“What's going to happen now?” I asked, looking from Alexander's face to the folder lying open on his desk.My eyes returned to the laboratory report, but I couldn't bring myself to read it again. The results were clear enough to understand, yet my mind kept searching for another explanation. Julian's blood type was inconsistent with the records for both Michael and Rhonda. What did that mean? Was it possible that Julian wasn't Michael's biological son? Had Rhonda lied to him all these years?I shook my head, refusing to let the thought settle.No. That wasn't enough to decide anything. Blood groups could raise questions, but they couldn't establish paternity on their own. There could be an error somewhere, or an explanation none of us had considered. It would be wrong to draw conclusions about Julian's parentage from the report alone.Alexander closed the folder. “I'll tell them what the laboratory has found, and I'll explain that the results need further investigation. But first
THIRD PERSON POV “Have his blood results come back?”“Some of them have, Doctor, but the full panel is still being processed.”Alexander checked Julian's pupils again before straightening. “We need to establish why his condition has changed. Arrange the additional tests immediately, and make sure his blood count is included. I want the results as soon as they are available.”“Yes, Doctor.”Rhonda stepped forward, unable to contain her anxiety any longer. “Please, just tell us what is happening. Is this because of the injury he sustained? Has something gone wrong with the surgery?”Alexander turned toward her, his voice calm but direct. “I understand that you're frightened, and I know how difficult it is to watch your child go through this without knowing what to expect. At the moment, we need the test results before I can give you a definite explanation. What I can promise is that we're going to investigate this thoroughly and r
THIRD PERSON POVRhonda had barely watched Brea walk away with Alexander before she turned to Michael, her expression changing from the warm, affectionate smile she had worn during the brief reunion to something far less pleasant. She had noticed the way Brea had looked at the doctor, the way his entire face had brightened when he saw her, and the ease with which the two of them had slipped into conversation as though the rest of the hospital corridor had ceased to exist. Whatever history they shared, it was clear enough to make Rhonda uneasy, and the fact that Michael had stood there watching them without saying a word only made her more suspicious.“Tell me something, Michael,” she began, folding her arms across her chest. “When you told me that we were coming here because someone had referred us to this hospital, was that the whole truth, or was there something you conveniently forgot to mention?”Michael frowned, caught off guard by the sudden change in her tone. “What are you tal
BREAI turned my face away from him. “Can we find somewhere to talk, Brea?”Michael's voice pulled at my attention, but my eyes remained fixed on Alexander, who was still standing a short distance away, watching us with an expression I couldn't quite decipher. I could feel Michael waiting for my answer, probably expecting me to turn toward him and give him the attention he believed he deserved, but after everything that had happened between us, I couldn't bring myself to do it.Not when Alexander was standing right there, looking at me as though my sudden appearance had given him something he hadn't dared to hope for.“Brea, did you hear what I said?” Michael asked again. “I know you probably don't want to speak to me, but please, I would appreciate it if you could spare a few minutes. There are things we need to discuss, and I don't think this is the right place for that conversation.”I finally turned toward him, although my attention kept drifting to Alexander.“Not now, Michael.







