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After the ambulance got us to the hospital, they took mom and me to separate rooms in the ER. I begged the nurses to let me stay with my mom, but they told me no. They said my mom was hurt, and the doctors and nurses needed to take care of her.
I tried not to cry, but I wanted to so badly. I was scared, and alone. No one would tell me what had happened to my mom. I already knew she was hurt! I was the one who called 911. I wanted to know what they were doing to fix her. I want to see what the doctors were doing to fix my mom. My dad had left the house angry and scary. I wasn't sure I wanted to be with my dad. He had hit me once, and he hurt my mom. If my mommy died like Ruthie, where would I live? I was afraid to ask the question.
Instead of crying, I yelled. It made my throat hurt, but then I concentrated on the feeling in my throat and not the one in my arm. When ever someone I didn't know came into the room, I yelled and screamed. Finally, someone I recognized came into the room. Harry was in his late fifties, his paunch showing under his scrubs. He was completely bald. Sometimes, he and his wife had parties at their small house and mom would bring me with her. She would tell me to be on my best behavior, and I tried. Harry and his wife had a lot of toys for people with no children. I said something once to my mom, and she said that they were foster parents and took in kids whose parents couldn't take care of them.
Knowing the Harry was a foster parent made me feel a little bit sick to my stomach. I was scared he was going to tell me my mom was dead, and that I had to come live with him. I hoped he would let me get my arm fixed, first. I also hoped Harry would still let me watch animated dinosaur movies.
Your mom is going to be fine, Noah, Harry told me. But, you have to calm down. She can hear you, and she's getting worried. I promised Harry that I would stop screaming. He said that would be good, because the doctor would come and set my arm soon.
Harry told me to stay in the hospital bed, and then he wheeled me and the bed out into the hallway. He drove carefully. Harry asked me about the class trip we were supposed to take to the natural history museum as he took me to the big X-ray machine.
As Harry steered me into the X-ray, I watched the hallway, hoping to see my mom. Instead, I saw someone else's mother. She had dark hair, and red rimmed blue eyes. She just kept sobbing, my baby, my baby, my baby.
I saw a boy about my age, his dark hair mussed like Harry Potter's. I couldn't see much else, because they had he strapped down in a million different ways.
Harry exhaled sharply, and muttered that he needed to call his wife, and tell her to make a casserole for the Abrams family. It looked like Artie had been in a bad accident, and the family would need support. I hoped no one made us casseroles, since they just made my dad mad. Maybe, though, Mr. Abrams didn't get mad about casseroles. I hoped so, since I didn't think the boy in the hall could take being thrown into the refrigerator five times.