Chapter Three

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Since his children were already asleep, Dillon wrote a quick note before he got in the car with Lulu.

It said:

Hey kids,

I've got to run out of town for a few days. This came up last minute. But you can call my cell and

Nan is home if you need anything.

I love you both bunches,

Dad

Now he walked into Mount Sania Hospital to see his firstborn.

Lulu had called Clark's primary doctor and arranged to speak with him in his office. She had already spoken to him when her and her family were tested a few weeks before.

The tests were done at the hospitals closest to their homes and then all sent to the doctor in New York. He called and told her that no one matched. This would be her first time speaking to him in person.

The security officer at the visitors desk directed them and they walked though the cold, sterile, odd smelling place in silence.

When they sat in the office Lulu said, "If you're not a match will you tell your family?"

"Of course. I don't know who might donate a kidney...it's a lot to ask. But I'm sure they would be tested."

"I came as soon as I found out no one in my family was a match. I prayed you would want to help him."

Dillon glared at her, "I wanted him from the start. But that didn't mean jack, did it?"

The doctor entered and introduced himself. After a few strained pleasantries the doctor sat down and said, "I understand Clark may be unaware of his true biological heritage. May I ask how you can be sure he is, in fact, your child?"

"It was an open adoption." Lulu said "I was in contact with his parents until he was five. They sent pictures, letters, and called once a year but then they cut me out. Clark was getting confused, they said. I think they just didn't want to answer questions that he started to ask so I lost contact with them. I did keep trying but I had to respect their decision..."

"I see." said Dr. Phillips "And you think he may not remember you?"

Lulu bit her lip then said, " I certainly hope he does but he was so small..."

"Of course. Well, I think it's best if we wait for the results of this test before you speak to him."

Dillon said, "Hold on. I didn't have any idea about Clark's existence until tonight and I want to see him. Now."

"He is weak, sir. Even if he gets the transplant I would suggest he is not dealt anymore emotional shocks until his body is stronger."

Dillon nodded, though he hated having to wait. "Can I at least look in on him? If he is asleep?"

The doctors eyes softened, "I think that would be fine."

Later, Dillon and Lulu stood together outside his room while the nurse checked to see if he was sleeping. She came out and said, "He's resting. You can have five minutes."

Dillon went in first, while Lulu hung back by the door.

Her hand covered her mouth at the sight of Clark, and Dillon looking down at their son.

He was a man, tall, his body stretched the whole length of the bed. He was not a little boy.

And though she had seen glimpses of him over the years, when she drove past his house or school just to get a peek at how he looked, this was as close as she had ever been to him since he was born.

Dillon took in Clark's blonde hair, from his mother, and his cheekbones and lips, pure Quatermaine.

Machines beeped in the room. His son was dying just as he found out he was alive.

Lulu scooted closer. She peered intently at Clark but seemed scared to move any nearer.

Dillon looked back and reached out a hand to her.

She met his eyes and then her hand was in his and he pulled her to the bedside.

She whispered, "Dear Lord, please save our son. Heal his body. Let him live a long life."

A tear slid over her cheek.

Dillon said, "Amen."

Clark moaned.

Dillon and Lulu took a few steps back. Then froze.

Dillon pointed to the door.

Lulu mouthed to her son, "Bye, baby." and then she turned to leave.

Dillon took one last look. Cark was once again sleeping, silently. The machines making the only noise in the room.

Barely audible, Dillon said "Hang in there, kid. I really want to get to know you."

Then he joined Lulu in the hall and said "I have to get back home. I'll go into General Hospital tomorrow and get the tests started."

"Thank you for doing this."

"He's my son. What else would you expect? No, don't answer that. I would hate to hear how your mind works. I'll never be able to understand you, Lulu. You might have cost me the chance to ever know my child."

"It was the best choice at the time."

"Spare me your rationalizations!"

Dillon walked away before he really lost his temper

Lulu thought, as she watched him go, I don't want him to hate me. But if he has to FINE. As long as he is there for Clark. That's all that matters. Dillon and I were never able to see eye to eye. Why would now be any different?