Our son Smith was in a motorcycle accident and taken by ambulance to the hospital. No blood, just a mangled leg.
Here is a picture of him after a few hours in the trauma emergency room after they repositioned his dislocated knee cap. He was in a lot of pain except for this brief few minutes when the morphine finally kicked in and we got a little smile from him.
Then they whisked him away to surgery to put his leg back together, and the last thing he said as he was being wheeled to the operating room was; "mother, can you go mop the floor in the laundromat tomorrow?"
He can't remember saying that, it must have been a "morphine moment" kind of thing to say.
But I did mop the floor.
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