Origins
Origins
Written by Andrew Landells.
The events in this story take place at the beginning of the continuum, before First Encounters.
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David paced up and down the hospital corridors, trying not to think about what was going on in the next room. Doctors were running in and out of the room and the noise was almost unbearable, or at least to David it was. After a short while, everything calmed down and one of the doctors came out of the room and walked up to David, his emotionless face conveying exactly what David didn't want to know.
"There's something wrong, isn't there?" asked David, panic-stricken.
"I'm sorry Mr. Lorton, there were complications, I'm afraid your wife didn't make it." stated the doctor. David noticed the lack of emotion in his voice.
"No" sobbed David, "Please, tell me it's not true." He begged the doctor.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid it is true."
"No!" whimpered David, almost inaudibly and fell to the floor, completely failing to notice that everyone in the corridor was looking at him with distaste.
"What about..." began David.
"Don't worry on that count, you're now the father of a healthy young baby boy. Your son is fine Mr. Lorton."
"May I see him?" inquired David.
"Certainly." replied the doctor, "come with me"
David followed the doctor into the room, his wife's body was covered with a shroud, but it did not lessen the impact of his reaction. He fell on his knees at her bedside and prayed to God, "How could you let this happen, she'd done nothing wrong, she didn't deserve to die, not now, she had so much to live for."
A tap on his left shoulder brought him back to reality.
"Your son's here Mr. Lorton," said one of the nurses, pointing towards the life support crib in the corner of the room.
David went over to the crib, picked up his son, and held him in his arms. The child had his mother's eyes, and somehow that reassured David, his mind cleared and he understood, he knew why...
His train of thought was suddenly derailed as one of the nurses came over and spoke to him.
"Sorry, I was miles away, what did you say?" asked David.
"I was just wondering, have you thought about a name for the child?" asked the nurse.
"Oh, yes. Yes I have, I was thinking about Alan, Alan Paul."
"Alan Paul Lorton" stated the nurse, "How lovely." she continued, without conviction.
"May I take him home", asked David.
"I'm afraid we will have to keep him in for a couple of days longer, but after that you can take him home with you."
David turned round to leave and saw numerous doctors and nurses milling around his late wife's body, and began to run for the door.