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“He’s still unconscious, but he’s breathing on his own and…”
That’s the last thing I heard the doctor say. That lump moved deeper into my throat. My eyes drifted from the white sheet that covered my dad, to one of his legs lifted, and in a cast, up to his bandaged head, and the tubing in his nose.
I gasped, seeing the cuts and scrapes on his face, and the swelling. But he was alive.
A tear dropped from my eye and rolled down my cheek. My mom must have noticed, because I felt her hands on my shoulders.
“He’s going to be okay,” she whispered.
My eyes were still on his face, memorizing it, and comparing it to the once handsome features I could no longer see.
A flash of light broke my focus. I looked from my dad’s face, up above him, to the ceiling. My knees buckled, and I stumbled to the side and back a couple of steps into the chair by the door.
My mom caught me. “Breathe, Sheena, breathe. Maybe I should take her out.”
The doctor asked me something, but I couldn’t nod or speak. I wanted to, but that lump in my throat grew and cut off my air supply.
I wanted to point and yell, “Look!”
My mom looked back at my dad, but she didn’t have the reaction I had. Why not? Why wasn’t she ready to run as she always claimed she would if she saw something unusual—a creature?
Over my dad stood a being. I didn’t know what else to call it. It was white, but not like the color white. Kind of translucent and bluish, tall, and it glowed. I watched as it waved a huge hand over my dad’s head, passing right through it...
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