I'm back at the hospital to check on Dad, but something's off.
Nurses are bustling in and out of his room, running tests left and right.
Dad's been stable for days—there's no reason for this. I grab one of the nurses. "What's going on? Is something wrong with my dad?"
"No, no," she says, calm as can be.
"Just routine checks before the donation procedure."
"Donation?" My heart stops. "What donation? Donating what?"
"Organs, of course."
I spin around, and there's Veronica, standing with Andrew, a chilling smile on her face. "The healer says my dad's kidneys are failing," she says. "Needs a new one. Lucky for us, your dad's a perfect match."
I charge toward her, my voice shaking. "Even if they match, you don't get to decide that! I'm his son. You can't take his kidney unless I say so!
