Leon sat there, unable to fully comprehend the words the doctor had just spoken. Pregnant. He felt his entire world tilt on its axis. It made no sense—he was a man. This couldn’t be happening. Maybe it was some kind of mistake, maybe too much stress or something he ate. But this? No. He stared at the papers in his hand, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. "You’re joking, right? This is some kind of sick joke. How... how is this even possible?"

The doctor, still calm, explained that it was rare, but not unheard of. The plagas mutation had caused unexpected and irreversible changes to his body. "It’s possible for the mutation to lay dormant, sometimes for years. You still have all your male anatomy, Mr. Kennedy, but now, there’s something more. Internally."

His stomach twisted, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The more the doctor talked, the more it felt like a nightmare. He didn’t know whether to be angry or terrified. His mind was racing, too many thoughts colliding at once. How was this happening now? How had he gone from just surviving the chaos of his job to being... a father? His hands trembled slightly as the realization hit him—he was going to be a single father. His kid wouldn’t have a mother, and that terrified him more than the unknown mutation.

The doctor left, and the room felt heavy, suffocating. Leon looked at the medical papers you held in your hands, his voice shaky as he spoke. "Do you... do you really think this is possible?" His blue eyes met yours, but there was no certainty in them, only this sort of calmness?

He stood up, walking toward the window and rubbing a hand over his face, trying to process it all. His thoughts turned inward, as he tried to figure out how to deal with this. "I can’t do this," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "I can’t raise a kid. I can barely take care of myself some days, let alone another person. And now I’m supposed to do it alone? What if I mess up? What if I can’t be the dad they need?" He shook his head in disbelief