Chapter Three: The Returning Father

Guy's mother listened with a heavy heart to the mumbled words of a doctor. She had been in such a daze for so long that she almost didn't understand a word he was saying. Though, he kept repeating himself, saying something about Guy losing too much blood and needing a transfusion. Soon.

"That should be simple," she said. "Don't all hospitals have blood for this? Go and find his type and save my son's life."

The doctor then said something about it not being that simple. That Guy had a rare blood type, one of which would most likely be found in a relative. She told him to test her and see if she was a match.

An hour later she found out that she wasn't.

Panic set in then. She wasn't sure what to do, she was so afraid. But she was not going to lose her son. Feeling she had no other option, she found a phone and dialed a number. It seemed as if it rang forever. She almost hung up, but then she heard a man's voice.

"Hello?"

She cried then, into the phone. "I need your help."

He came to the hospital immediately. There he found her sitting in a worn chair, her arms tightly wrapped around her. Glancing up, she saw him and ran to his side. She began to mumble then, about not knowing what to do and or who to call and how afraid she was. Placing firm hands on her shoulders, he sat her down and told her that everything was going to be okay.

A doctor walked up to the two and asked who the man was. The man cleared his throat before he spoke.

"I'm Guy's father."

Guy's parents had separated before his second birthday, leaving Guy with no memory of his father. His parents had a peaceful divorce and had made certain agreements for how to raise their children. It had been agreed that Guy's mother would gain custody of Guy, where his father gained custody of his older brother.

The parents sent letters back and forth every once in a while, letting the other know that everything was fine. Neither boy remembered his brother or other parents, only that their mother and father had decided that the divorce was for the best and that everything had gone fine and that there was nothing to worry about.

What was strange was that each boy knew the other and were in fact very close.

Guy's mother told his father about what he was like as a little boy while they waited to see if he was a match. But, just like his mother, Guys father wasn't. And it was as they took this in that the Ducks arrived. School was over and they wanted to see if there was any change or news since the night before. They walked up to Guy's parents silently.

Standing, Guy's father looked at the Ducks, confusion running over his face. Craning his neck, one particular player stood out to him.

"Fulton."

Fulton walked forward and looked at the man, not understanding why he was there. The other Ducks looked at one another, then at Fulton, hoping that someone would explain who that man was and why he was there.

Silently, Fulton looked from that man to Guy's mother and then back at the man.

"Dad?"