Chapter 19

Camilla

I released a heavy sigh as I chewed on my nails while impatiently waiting for Doctor Mark's response. I tapped my foot against the floor and watched him analyze something on the screen. I and Britney had taken a test to see if we could be potential donors for George and here we were in Doctor Mark's office while waiting for his response.

I guess Britney noticed how uneasy I felt because her hands reached for my palm and she squeezed it tight. She flashed me a weak smile, I could tell that all of this was taking a huge toll on her as well. She looked really tired and disorientated. She was just trying her best to remain strong for me and I sincerely appreciated that.

"Okay! The results of the tests are out." Doctor Mark said. He turned to gaze at me with a sad look on his face. I could easily interpret it that I and Britney were not matched donors for George. I sighed heavily and ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

"So what? Please tell me. What is going to happen?" Britney yelled with tears rushing down her cheeks.

"You both are not a match for George. I think we should keep on looking for other donors." Doctor Mark said. I muttered a cuss under my breath. I could barely catch a glimpse of sleep. I was tired. Nothing was working well for me. I could barely sleep knowing full well that my son was still in the hospital unconscious. I felt uneasy by that thought and I just hoped he would be okay. I hated seeing him that way.

"You said the hospital made an announcement. Has no one showed up yet? How come? Should the hospital not make an announcement? Maybe it did not completely reach everyone the last time?" Britney raised a brow at Doctor Mark. She was desperate and so was I.

"It does not work that way Miss Britney. People are usually skeptical about things like that. No one is going to just willingly volunteer as a donor. It takes a lot of courage and kindness." Doctor Mark said. He was right, I had handled cases like this, blood transfusions, kidney transplants and the likes. People hardly ever showed up for things like this. I never imagined that I would be in the same shoes one day.

"Plus it has only been a week. Let us hope for the best. He still has time on his side and the other treatments are working well." Doctor Mark said nodding his head.

Britney was easily bought by his words. I on the other hand was a doctor, I knew how things like this worked so I was not easily swayed by Doctor Mark's words. I knew that the other treatments were not important. The donor was the only thing that could save my son's life.

Britney and I excused ourselves out of Doctor Mark's office. The kids were going to be off school soon so I suggested that Britney headed home while I remained at the hospital incase of any feedback. Britney agreed. She pulled me into a tight hug and whispered softly into my ears.

"Please be home soon, you have not had anything to eat all morning. Mira is worried about you and so am I. At least stay strong for your daughter." Britney patted my back softly. I nodded my head in agreement. I bidded her goodbye and stepped back into my office while Britney disappeared into the hallways.

I rest on the chair on my office. I catch a quick nap and I am woken up by a small knock on my door. "Come in." I yell. The door opens wide and Desmond lowly walks into the office. He settles down on the couch facing mine with a small smile on his face.

"How are you holding up Doctor Camilla?" He asked, his tone laced with concern. I nodded my head and replied "I am okay. At least I am trying to be okay for my daughter. I just really hope a miraculous donor would appear from nowhere and be a perfect match for my son. I just hope the Moon Goddess intervenes." I poured out my feelings.

Desmond nodded his head in agreement. "I wish for the same thing too Camilla. Your son does not deserve to go through any of this at all. He is only five and innocent." He said.

I had not told Raymond about any of this. I was afraid, I did not want to share such news over the phone because I worried that Raymond might panic or something. I wanted him to be at ease over where he was. I was also confident that we would find a donor then it would all be in the past.

"What about his father?" Desmond suddenly blurted out. I looked up to gaze at him, my brows furrowed in confusion.

Lawrence? No, I was not going to tell Lawrence about George's condition. Lawrence does not even know he is the father of George and i am willing to let things remain that way. Plus Lawrence is getting married soon, he already sent me an invitation letter to his wedding on my phone so I would only be trying to ruin things between him and his wife if I dared to tell him about the kids.

"The chances of the father being a perfect match for George is very high. I do not know what is going on because I have never heard you speak about the father but I just hope you consider things, not for the sake of anything else but for the sake of your son." Desmond said.

His phone rang out loud immediately interrupting us. He excused himself to answer his phone call while I pondered deeply on his words. Was it really a good idea telling Lawrence about George? What if Lawrence's reaction towards the news is not a positive one? Moreover once he finds about his kids, what will happen after that?