Gary's Tragedy

Chapter 3

Gary woke up in the bath, the water was nearly boiling. Soon enough his child, Monty walked in. They had a very strange appearance.
  They looked at their father who was in the tub
  "Dad? Father had told me you were at wor- what..?"
  Gary looked over at his child.
  "... Monty? It's best if you leave. There is something terribly wrong with me." Monty shielded his eyes while her father stepped out of the bath to put a towel on.
  "I think you are smart. If something happens to me, something that renders me…." Before he finished, he looked into the mirror, his eyes had changed. From his usual deep brown to black sclera and a bright yellow iris. He stepped back. "Am I going insane?" He pulled at his eyes, and stared in the mirror with horror..
  "Turns out I'm not the only strange one, now." Monty jokes, to hide their horror.
  "Now's not the time to joke. I need to get into the surgery room." Gary said, incredibly seriously.
  "...Not even gonna change first…?" Monty frowned.
  "No time." He rushed over, Monty closely followed suit. Gary pushed open the doors, and locked them shut. "I can't have anyone seeing the state of me." He turned out. He walked over to the table of chemicals, and the blood covered table.
  "Monty, I'm gonna need your hel-" before he could finish he had slumped over the table, unconscious.
  "Dad!" Monty said, terrified. Once she placed her hand on his body, it was red hot. Monty looked around Frantically for something to help. He spotted a bucket of dry ice, being the dunce he is he quickly picked it up. He gently moved his father to the floor for a moment, then set up the dry ice on the table with tweezers. He struggled to pick up his father, but did the best she could, and laid him on the table.  He picked up a few more small blocks, and placed it on his stomach.
  At least an hour later he had opened his eyes.
  "What.. happened?" He tried to get up, but his whole body felt numb.
  "Ah you're awake!" Monty smiled, and put down the newspaper in her hand. She quickly ran over to her father.
  "I believe you died.. Also, isn't it cold?" They looked at their father, he had no reaction to the dry ice.
  "No? It's quite warm, it is." He was confused until he looked down. "Oh dear-" He quickly moved the blocks off his body. "I'm quite numb. Now it's best if you get home, tell your father everything." He forced a smile on himself as his child left.