I stood up, taking a deep breath to steady myself. The nurse watched me with an understanding look, likely having seen countless parents battle their emotions in similar situations. But this was different. This was my son, my family, and something more sinister than a simple schoolyard accident. I thanked her for the call and assured her I would handle it from here.
“Leo,” I said softly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “you’re safe now. I’m going to take care of this. But first, let’s get you checked out.” We headed to the car, my hand firmly gripping his, feeling the slight tremor still in his small fingers.
Driving to the hospital was a blur. I kept stealing glances at Leo in the rearview mirror, assuring him silently that things would be okay. The doctors were quick to examine him, confirming a minor concussion and bruising. As they bandaged him up, my mind whirled with thoughts of what I needed to do next.
