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He sat very still. So still in fact, that he could almost be considered a statue. Next to him a red eyed and nosed little girl sniffled with a cherry lollipop in her mouth. She had a bandage across her arm and when anyone tried to speak to her, she glared at them. It was best that no one got her started about the murder they tried to commit. Wade hadn't known until today that doing blood tests were murder, but he wasn't about to argue with the logic of a six-year old.
A doctor walked out of the room in front of them and smiled grimly at Wade. "She's yours." He said simply.
Wade stared at him. There had to be a mistake. Of course there was a mistake. She didn't even look like him! And that woman didn't have silvery diamondy eyes. Of course he was quiet sure he had met her before, drunk, he had been drunk. There was a possibility, but she couldn't be his!
Wade Wilson fainted.