Daniel walked straight to the surgeon, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes.
“I am his father, and I need to know his condition,” he said firmly.
The surgeon sighed and explained that Tyler had lost a significant amount of blood and needed an immediate transfusion, but the hospital supply was low due to multiple emergencies.
“I am O positive, so take my blood,” Daniel said without hesitation.
“I am O positive as well, so you can take mine too,” I added quickly.
The doctor frowned and checked the chart again.
“That is strange,” he said slowly. “The patient’s blood type is B negative.”
The words hung in the air, and a cold realization began to form in my mind.
“That is not possible,” the doctor continued. “Two parents with type O blood cannot have a child with type B blood.”
I turned to Daniel, and he looked completely frozen.
Megan suddenly spoke up, her voice urgent. “I am B negative, so please take my blood.”
The staff rushed her inside, leaving us standing in silence with a truth neither of us was ready to face.
Hours later, Tyler was stabilized, and we were allowed to see him in the intensive care unit.
He looked fragile, surrounded by machines, but his eyes opened when we approached.
“Mom, Dad,” he whispered weakly.
“We are here,” Daniel said, gripping his hand tightly.
Tyler looked at him with a sad expression that made my chest ache.
“I heard the nurses talking about the blood types,” he said quietly. “There is something I need to tell you.”
Daniel shook his head quickly. “It does not matter right now, and we will figure it out later.”
“I already know,” Tyler said, tears forming in his eyes. “I found out years ago, and I took a DNA test when I was seventeen.”
Daniel’s face crumpled as he struggled to stay standing.
“You are still my dad,” Tyler said softly. “You raised me, and that will never change.”
Daniel let out a broken sound and leaned against the bed, his entire body shaking.
“Who is it?” he asked, turning to me with pain and anger in his eyes.
My mind raced back to a night I had tried to forget for decades.
My bachelorette party.
I had been drunk, barely aware of what was happening, and Daniel’s best friend, Kevin Turner, had offered to take me home.
He had left the country shortly after the wedding, and we never spoke to him again.
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