Celine sat frozen, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, the distant sounds of the hospital fading to a dull roar in her ears.
Tristan.
The man who had no idea he was a father. Her hands slowly balled into a trembling fist.
How could she call Tristan now? How could she walk into that conversation, what was she supposed to say to him?
Hello Mr Grayson, surprise. We have twins, and one of them is dying and needs your blood.
Just before she could decide what to do a nurse walked into the room to inform,
"Doctor Harvey, we might have a suitable donor."
Celine's eyes lit up with hope.
"Oh thank heavens!" She heard Rachel's relieved sigh next to her.
The doctor's eyes lit up pleasantly, "Have you run the necessary tests?"
"Yes, we were in luck, he just happened to be here on a visit."
"Good news, Mrs Roberts. We'll carry on with the procedure immediately."
"Thank you..." Celine breathed, her relief almost too heavy she could have crumpled to the floor.
