I Went to the Hospital to Care for My Son After He Broke His Leg – Then the Nurse Slipped Me a Note, ‘He’s Lying. Check the Camera at 3 a.m.’

My heart rate doubled instantly. “What happened, Jasper?”

“Howard broke his leg. He fell off his scooter. Freak accident. I was right there with him. I saw the whole thing.”

Howard is ten. He’s energetic and brave, but he’s still my baby.

“Is he okay? Where are you?”

“Hey, so… don’t freak out.”

“He’s fine. Just shaken up,” Jasper said. “We’re at the ER.”

I grabbed my purse, told my boss it was an emergency, and drove to the hospital like a woman possessed.

***

Howard looked so small in that big hospital bed. A bright blue cast was already wrapped from his ankle to his knee.

“Hey, buddy.” I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. His eyes were red-rimmed.

“You scared me.”

“For what? You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“For falling.” He wouldn’t look me in the eye.