Lucas' P.O.V. *Alex's dad*
"SOMEONE, GET OVER HERE, NOW!" I screamed, entering the emergency room, Holding a limp Alex in my arms, frantic for my daughter's life. What could've made her scream so loudly, that I heard in the basement?! Apparently something was very, very wrong. A doctor showed up and put her on a gurney, as nurses attempted to hold me back. but failed. I was not going anywhere without Alex.
As we entered the Surgical room, The doctor asked what was wrong and after I told them, He told me to get out, so that the CNA could check everything. I hesitated but nodded, and when I was out, I called Stephanie, Alex's mum, and told her to get over to the hospital now.
I waited for about ten minutes and The CNA came out and told me and Stephanie we could come inside. I pushed her out of the way and practically dragged my wife in with me. "Is Alex okay?" I immediately said, in the Doctor's face. He looked a me, devoid of all human emotion, and pushed me away with his gloved finger. "Alex, is fine. But--" My eyes widened. "She's missing a kidney..." He finished. "WHAT?!!!!" I yelled, running over to Alex. I saw her, and whispered, "Alex, sweetie, are you okay?"
She looked at me and smirked. "Hey, daddy." She said. I hugged her, and she said, "Looks like I'm an organ donor now, huh?" She breathed out a laugh, and I laughed from relief. "I'm so glad you're okay, Alex." I looked at her again, and she smiled, gasping. "Hey! This is karma!" We both smiled and burst out laughing. This is my daughter, just like me. Makes a joke out of everything. I kissed her on the forehead and we checked out of the hospital, driving home.
As we were driving, it was getting dark, and I looked into the woods, seeing a figure of a lanky person, with a white mask and eyes bleeding black. I quickly looked ahead, and shook it off. Just a trick of the light, Lucas. It was nothing! I thought, wanting to be home and in my bed.
It was late, about 2:15 in the morning... And I felt...a presence in the room with me. I opened my eyes to look at the alarm clock by my bed, and it was blurry, but enough to where I could see. I lay back down and looked at the ceiling. I sighed and rubbed my eyes.
When I looked again, there was a silhouette, at the end of my bed. I grabbed my glasses off of the nightstand and looked again. It was gone. What I saw had frightened me, thoroughly. It was blurred, but it was the face I saw in the woods yesterday, when I was driving. Sure as sure. I shook it off, yet again and closed my eyes.
When I woke up I had a shooting pain in my left ribcage... And when I looked in the mirror, I had a stitched up scar that was very big, running where my left kidney is supposed to be.