My son wakes up around 8:50 and realizes his brother has left for school.
The phone rings. Cordless phones are jacked up so he's gotta run out to the corded phone in the garage. It's my wife and she sounds pretty frantic saying to get me, he got him but when I get to the phone she has hung up, she calls back. My younger son has been in an accident.
I slam the phone done, grab my keys and we bolt out of there. Drive down his normal route, see some ambulances, I park and stop and throw the door open and run to see my son laying on his back in the street moaning and crying with his face all cut and smashed up. I finally catch up with my elder son and we say who we are. Apparently he just fell off his skateboard and got banged up but no one was sure. Some girl walking to school saw him fall, and I guess he remembered my Moms phone number so the girl called her and my wife called me.
I get my wife. He's ok now. They asked if we wanted to give him a CAT scan but since he's young and it's unsure if he even needs it my parents decided to take him home and if he shows symptoms of needing one they'll bring him back.
He's home now, my son got 2 new hospital bootie things and he's just banged up. Nothing broken, he can walk alright and he just feels a little sick so he's just going to take it easy for now. He just gashed up his lip pretty bad and has some abrasions around his face and a headache. He's slowly remembering stuff now so he seems ok. He lost a tooth, and he was wearing a helmet, a really thick one made for motorcycles.
God damn though, it has been a pretty eventful ****ing morning.
Arg, it's just not the same when it's written well.