My eyes flick back to Cameron who is still frowning at Joshua’s file. What is he looking at?
“Why are you frowning like that? Is something wrong?” I ask.
Cameron’s eyes shoot up as if distracted. “Huh.” He had no idea what I just said. He is distracted.
“What’s wrong, why do you look like that?” I repeat.
He bites his bottom lip in concentration. “No reason, just a lot on my mind. I need to go. I will catch you both later.” He leaves the room in a rush.
I walk to the end of the bed and pick up the file. I wonder … what was in the file?
Shit.
Joshua Mark Stanton
Blood typeAB–
DOB1/5/87
Fuck. Blood type. Was Cameron looking at Joshua’s blood type?
Is he onto something? What type of blood does everybody else have? How do I find this information out?
“Go and find a naughty nurse outfit and come back in here and give me some sexual healing,” Joshua says in a low sexy voice.
I smirk as I look up from his file. “Really, sexual healing? That’s very eighties.” I raise my brow in question.
He smiles and a nurse opens the door. “Mr Stanton, we need to run some tests.” I jump at the chance to exit unnoticed.
“I’m going to get a coffee babe. Back in a moment,” I stammer.
He kisses the back of my hand. “Take Max.” I smile and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Ten minutes later I am sitting at the café consulting Doctor Google. Shit, this stuff is confusing. I decide to ring Mum.
“Hi Mum.”
“Hello darling, how is our patient?” She smiles down the phone.
“He’s going ok, thanks. Listen Mum I can’t talk long. They need some blood at the hospital and I was going to donate. Do you know what blood type I am?”
“Yes O+ like me,” she answers. I stay silent as I think. Mmm.
“Do you know what type of blood Robert has? He is not here but I can ring him if he has the right type,” I ask.
“Yes he is O+ like me and you. What type do they need?”
“AB –” I snap. Holy shit this is bad and my eyes close in a panic.
“Mmm, Tash, that’s a very rare type. I think only a person who has A or B could donate.”
I rub my face as I type doubletime on my iPad. “Do you know what type of blood Margaret has?”I ask.
She hesitates, “I think she’s A. But I could be wrong. Do you want me to ring her?” she replies.
“No!” I snap. “I mean that’s ok.” Holy shit, what if she says something to Margaret? “Umm, I will see her when she gets back,” I reply nervously. I need to get off the phone before I totally let the cat out of the bag.
“Ok love. Call me when you have more time to talk,” she replies cheerfully
“Ok, love you,”I whisper.
“You too, love, goodbye.” And with that she is gone.
I type in: can a women with A blood and a man with O+ create a child with AB- blood?
The answer comes straight back … Negative. Check paternity.
Fuck … Cameron could know. I put my head into my hands on the table. This is a fucking disaster. I hate this. Do I tell Margaret that Cameron knows or at least I suspect that Cameron is suspicious? Is he suspicious? Or am I imagining this? Bloody hell, how did I get roped into this shit? Perhaps my mind is playing tricks on me? I stand and walk to the fridge and see Max standing outside the door waiting for me. He is on his phone. I open the door, distracted, looking at him and get out an Iced Coffee Milk. As I turn I run headfirst into a man and drop my drink.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I stammer. I look up and step back. This man is in a bad way-his whole face is bruised. Two black eyes, cut lips, broken nose. Jeez he must have had one hell of a car accident. He has red dreadlocks. Freaky looking.
He smiles and bows his head. “No problem.”
I smile at Max who is now looking at me, shaking his head. Why am I so damn clumsy? Max shakes his head and laughs at me. Hmm, he’s getting accustomed to my klutziness.
Two hours later I am lying on Joshua’s bed when Cameron comes in. “I’m heading off for the day. Do you want me to bring you anything from home?”
I stretch and stand. “I will come with you Cam. I will sleep at the house tonight.”
Joshua looks at me, mortified. “You don’t want to stay with me?”
“Yes, I want to stay with you. I think it will be better if I stay at your house tonight. This looks bad,” I reply.
He smiles shyly. “But we are married. It doesn’t look bad at all. I sleep better with you.”
I smile. He really is adorable.
“It doesn’t look bad Tash, just stay. No one gives a rat’s here anyway.” Cam smiles.
I frown. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” he smiles. He gives me a kiss and leaves us.