Doctor Vance tapped his polished fingernails against the edge of his oak desk.
He turned his tall computer monitor toward himself and began typing very rapidly.
The sharp clicking of the mechanical keyboard filled the quiet air of the office.
Mark and Sarah held hands tightly while watching the doctor's shifting facial expression.
Toby sat quietly in his leather chair swinging his small feet back and forth.
Doctor Vance: When exactly did you submit these blood samples for testing?
Sarah: We brought Toby in early last Tuesday morning for screening.
Doctor Vance: And what time was the physical sample officially logged in?
Mark: It was around eight fifteen in the morning, right after opening.
Doctor Vance clicked through several detailed administrative database files on his screen.
He stopped at a specific record line highlighted in dark blue on his screen.
He let out a long, heavy breath and rubbed his eyes tiredly behind glasses.
Doctor Vance: I see exactly what happened in our computer network system.
Sarah: Please tell us what is going on with our family!
Doctor Vance: Last Tuesday morning our central database suffered a total crash.
Mark: A system crash caused this awful nightmare for us?
Doctor Vance: Yes, two different patient samples were assigned identical barcode numbers.
Sarah let out a sharp gasp as the realization hit her full force.
The medical report sitting on her phone did not belong to Toby at all.
It belonged to an entirely different patient who had visited the clinic that morning.
The terrible biological mismatch result was nothing more than a giant computer error.
Tears of immense relief began welling up in Sarah's tired blue eyes once more.
She buried her face in her hands and began laughing through her fresh tears.
Mark wrapped his strong arms around his wife and pulled her in very close.
Mark: I knew it was impossible from the very beginning, Sarah.
Sarah: I was so terrified that something awful had happened back then.
Doctor Vance: I apologize deeply for the severe emotional distress we caused.
Doctor Vance printed out a new official document directly from his desk printer.
The paper machine whirred loudly as it spat out a crisp white sheet.
He grabbed the paper and signed his name neatly at the bottom line.
He handed the corrected official medical document directly across the wide desk.