Bombay

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I felt every ounce of hope that I'd been holding onto drain from my body in an instant, as Ashton stood in front of me. Out of every situation and what if that I'd played through my mind during the ride over to the hospital, none of them prepared me for the reality of the situation.

The reality being that I was about to lose the daughter that I never even had a chance to meet.

"How is that.." I trailed off mid-sentence, running my hands through my hair as I tried to make sense of everything that was happening around me.

"Either her or her father share the Bombay blood type too, that's the only possible scenario here." He explained, making my eyes widen as I looked back up at Ashton.

"That means we can still save her right? We just have to get a donation from Amy in order to do a transfusion, and then-"

"Luke." Ashton said, cutting me off mid ramble. "We've already typed Amy.. and I can't get her to confirm any details about the father." He said, placing a soft hand on my shoulder. 

"You.. you typed her and she's not..?" I could feel my body slowly slipping into a state of shock, as the reality of this situation came flooding into my consciousness. 

"She's not a match Luke, but you know her." He said, keeping his voice low as we conferred. "Maybe you can convince her to track down the father." His eyebrows were knit together in concern.

"I don't think we'll have to search far." I finally spoke out, my voice hoarse and dry. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, so I opted to pull myself away and head back toward the nurse's desk. 

Alex sat behind the counter, wide eyed and frazzled. His eyes darted from the trauma bay, to where Amy was, to me. He stood straight up as I approached.

"Dr. Hemmings, how can I help?" He asked immediately, as I rested my elbows on the counter, allowing my head to hit my hands. 

"Pull another typing kit and run it here asap." I said, my voice coming out softer than I'd anticipated. I sounded.. defeated.

He gave a firm nod before taking off in a full-on sprint down the hallway. I felt Ashtons presence behind me, but I refused to turn around. This wasn't something I was able to explain, I still wasn't sure if it was even possible. Or true.

"I think you should sit down mate." He said as I shook my head and pushed myself upright again. I walked over to where Amy stood, just staring at the curtain that Sage was behind.

"Explain." I said, in more of a plead than a demand. She didn't even glance my direction, keeping her eyes trained ahead.

"I don't fucking know Luke, it would take too long to run through the whole 16 years with you." She spit out, her voice cold and detached.

"How about starting at the damn conception Amy?" I reasoned, I felt a surge of anger fly through my body at her casual dismissal. "How the hell could she be mine?" 

She finally broke and turned to face me, her lips pressed in a thin line. I tried to ignore the pang that sparked inside as my mind once again took in her familiar face. The one I'd missed for so damn long. 

"You don't have to believe me, you're a doctor, run the test." 

I watched as she walked inside, bypassing the curtain and leaving me standing in the hallway still in shock.

All the years later, and not even the basic decency to explain logistics.  

I was good at pushing out the bad. I'd allowed myself to miss her for so long, that a sort of pedal stool had been built up in my head. Replacing the awful memories with whiteout, and only the few positive ones we'd had with each other. 

I remembered this now though. The constant mood flips and changes. One minute, she'd be the nicest person you'd ever met. A warm smile, and bright eyes, that floated into the room. But, the next she was bitter and cold. Retreating back into herself, and shutting the world out behind her. Leaving trails of destruction in her wake. 

She was especially bad at taking responsibility for any of her actions. Constantly shutting down and deflecting blame onto other people. This had been a constant for us, until it ended up being the breaking point for the relationship.

She'd blamed me for her cheating, pinning it off on me being a doctor. She'd yelled and screamed over the long, unpredictable hours, saying I'd chosen my career over her. 

Which, could be seen as partially true.

I was snapped back into reality when Alex basically rammed his entire body into me, shoving a blood typing kit into my hands and talking a million miles an hour. 

The monitors from her room soared loudly, and I was reminded of the direness of the situation. 

I glanced over to Ashton, who stood silently only a few feet away. He regarded me carefully as I spoke.

"Get Calum here, now."