We were walking home from school a bit later than normal because of a farbrengen (Hasidic mini-party). Nesanel liked to do parkour, which is also known as free-running- it involves using everything around a person as a kind-of obstacle course, and just jump off of things. On the way home, Nesanel was doing a somersault on the lawn of an apartment building, while I was on the phone with my mother. All of a sudden, Nesanel stands up and starts limping back to the school. He said something along the lines of "I cut myself, it hurts so bad, owowowow." I ran ahead of him, throwing my backpack down on the ground. I ran into the building, and yelled "Nesanel tripped and cut his leg or something, and it looks really bad." He hobbled in, howling in pain, and I was debating wether I (or someone) should call 911, because at first it didn't look all that bad. Then he sat on the floor.
Once he sat on the floor, we could all see ("we" being myself and a rabbi or two) that it was all that bad. On our way in, Nesanel and I nearly ran a woman who was holding flowers over. She started getting really mad at us, and I just yelled "Can't you see he's bleeding!" at her, and she just took one look, and immediately took over. She was there to help set up for the principal's son's bar mitzvah, and when she yelled for someone to get a tablecloth and they went to get one of the colored ones to be used for the party, she yelled "Not those!!!" So, someone got a plain, white tablecloth, and we elevated his leg under the tablecloth. Someone had called the paramedics, and I was instructed to go direct them where to go. As I was doing so, I was trying to call our host family, but no one was answering. Needless to say, I left multiple messages.
Eventually, he got taken to the hospital, and I was left standing outside with a group of people. One of them looked at me, almost hyperventilating, and asked if I wanted a hug. I didn't. He said "No, I think you need a hug", and then began hugging me. Well, this set off a chain reaction of multiple people dog-piling me and trying to hug me. They finally got off of me, right as the firemen finished giving my friend a ride in the fire truck. (Another story for another time.). I told him what had just occurred, and guess what he did? He hugged me. It began all over again...
Nesanel is now fine, but he had to get 32 stitches in his right leg, and is still gaining feeling in his kneecap. One of the paramedics had told us that the cut was about an inch deep, and about (I think) 7 inches long, and that it had almost hit an artery. We later went back to look for what had cut him and we found it-a rusty old nail.
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