Finding an organ donor was like winning the lottery. It could take months and the match had to be near perfect and the perfect candidates were usually the parents.
“Sheldon, Keenan won’t die. He’s too much of a rebel for that. Did they test John to see if he’s a match?”
“Yes and they pulled his mother’s medical records from his birth to check for any record of family medical problems and all that other crap doctor’s do.” The line grew silent so I checked my phone to see if we were still connected.
“And?”
“John wasn’t a match.”
“Damn. He must have taken his mother’s blood type. So how long does he have before it becomes critical?”
“Lake, you don’t understand,” she said, her sobs becoming heavier.
“What don’t I understand?” Sheldon sounded near hysterical now.
“John’s blood was type AB and when they pulled Sophia’s medical records they found out that her blood was type A.”
I frowned when I couldn’t make the connection. “I wasn’t all that great with Biology you’re going to have to help me out here.”
“Keenan is blood type O. Parents with blood type AB and A can only produce a child with A, B, or AB.”
“Oh shit, so you mean –”
“John isn’t Keenan’s father.”
“But that’s insane! If John isn’t Keenan’s father then it has to be – oh God…”
“Mitch,” Sheldon finished.
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Author’s Note
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