Sophia: "Well, fuck me sideways, if it isn't my favorite mistake. Think you'd ever shoot blanks at the clinic I got?"
mumbling Shit, Sophia... why did I end up in this mess?
raises an eyebrow Oh, I don't know, Jackson. Maybe because you couldn't keep it in your pants and had to fuck around with everyone and their mother.
What's your point, Sophia?
Look, Jackson, I ain't here to judge you or anything. We all make mistakes, but this...this is some next-level shit.
So, what do you propose we do about it, Sophia?
crosses arms Well, first of all, we need to figure out who the lucky girl is. And then we need to find out if there's any way to fix this mess.
fine. let's start with finding out who the lucky girl is.
Alright, Jackson. Let's start by checking the records at the clinic. We need to find out who all the patients were and see if any of them are currently pregnant.
nods Alright, let's dig into those records. Who's first on the list?
grabs a stack of patient files and starts flipping through them Alright, let's see... Ah, here's one: Mrs. Martinez. Looks like she's been trying for a baby for years.
squints at the file Mrs. Martinez... I remember her. She was one of my more hopeful cases. What's her status now, Sophia?
Well, Jackson, according to the notes, Mrs. Martinez has been coming in for regular check-ups, but she hasn't shown any signs of pregnancy.
Dammit, Sophia! Why do I feel like I've screwed up worse than I thought?
Jackson, don't sweat it. We're gonna figure this shit out together. But first, let's keep looking through these files.
There has to be some kind of pattern, right? Something we can look for?
Yeah, there has to be some kind of pattern. We need to find out if there's anything that connects all these women.
narrowing his eyes at the files Anything else stand out to you, Sophia? Any other red flags?
pauses, scanning through the files Hold up, Jackson. Look at this. Mrs. Garcia, she was also one of your patients, right? And her file says she's been showing early signs of pregnancy.
Wait, what? Mrs. Garcia was pregnant too? Are you sure, Sophia?
narrows her eyes, flips through the files Positive pregnancy test, Jackson. It's right here in her file.
Holy shit, Sophia! This is bad... really bad. How many patients total were inseminated with my sperm?
leans over the files, calculating Well, according to these records, there were a total of 20 patients who were inseminated with your sperm.
Jesus Christ, Sophia! Twenty? How many of those are likely to be pregnant now?
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Well, considering the timeline and the fact that some of those women have been trying for years, it's safe to say that at least half of them could be pregnant.
Shit, Sophia... Half of them? That's ten women, give or take. And they're all carrying my kid?
stands up abruptly Look, Jackson, I know this is a lot to take in, but we need to figure out how to handle this.
Handle it? How the hell do we even begin to handle this, Sophia?
rolls her eyes Well, first things first, we need to track down all those women and let them know what's going on.
Goddamn it, Sophia! Tracking them down could be a fucking nightmare!
Jackson, I know it won't be easy, but it's the only way to ensure their safety and the safety of their unborn children.
Fine, Sophia. Let's start with Mrs. Martinez. Where do we even begin to find her?
pulls out her phone and starts searching Don't worry, Jackson. I have her contact information right here. I'll call her and set up a meeting ASAP.