Otis
The sugar is helping, as I knew it would, and I'm starting to feel like myself again. Of course, the feeling of pure fear hearing that your mum could have potentially died today is still there. But my brain is slowly starting to realise that I still have a mum, and that fact is the most important thing. She was a fighter and she had managed to pull through yet again. She never ceased to amaze me sometimes.
'Otis' I hear Jakob say. 'Otis, the doctor has an update.'
At hearing this, I stand up quickly, feel a little dizzy but more or less I'm good.
'Let's go' I say. 'We need to hear this.'
We walk to where the doctor seems to be waiting for us. He catches site of us and comes to talk to us.
'So' he begins. 'We were able to stabilise her and get her back to healthy levels. She's resting now, I suggest you come back tomorrow. And when you do come back, please bring the father.'
'What do you mean?' Jakob asks. 'I'm the father.'
'Not according to the DNA test, she carried out' he replies. 'Now if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to.'
He walks off, leaving me, Ola, Eric and probably most of all, Jakob in disbelief. That couldn't be right. Jakob had to be the father. But if it wasn't him, then who was it?
Jakob
The news came like a dagger to the heart. At first, I thought I had misheard, but as reality set I didn't really know how to act. All I can think is, baby Joy wasn't mine. Jean had been unfaithful. First, I lose my wife. Now I lose my child. Not even my child anymore. The emotions going through my head are too hard to describe. My head hurts, my heart hurts. Who was the father? Not caring about anything in the world then and there, I just walk outside, my legs being controlled seemingly by someone else. I don't know how or what to feel right now. I just need air, as I stumble through the hospital front doors and into the car park in the front.
Ola
It's at this moment that I wasn't comprehending how my father felt. I wasn't thinking about how I'd lost the chance to have a sister, a biological one anyway. I wasn't even concerned about my father's disappearance. All I could think was, why? I turned to Otis and Eric who looked about as shocked as I did.
'Otis' I say in a serious tone. 'Did you know?'
'Ah-Uh-I' he stutters.
'Did you!?' I ask more forcefully.
'No, I didn't' he finally manages to get out. Otis can't and wouldn't lie about something like this, so I believe him. How could this happen? My father has been through so much, this was supposed to be his chance at a fresh start. Not necessarily a new one, but a fresh one nonetheless. And now that's been taken away from him. Snatched from his grasp. It's at this moment I realise he's actually missing, and I head out the front doors, desperate to find and talk to him.