Things went quickly after that. A woman ringing the ambulance, sirens and the hospital. That distinctive smells of disinfectant, complicated talk between the doctors and nurses and Mum rushing in with Ellie. It was hectic, chaotic and Sid missed all of it.

His arm was twisted in the wrong direction and his head was bruised and cut. The driver was in shock and kept apologising. I didn't blame the driver; I mean they weren't expecting Sid to dash across the road. They weren't going to fast, they weren't on their phone. I guess they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Instead I blamed Dad. It was his fault. If he hadn't been there with her, then Sid wouldn't have ran. I hate him more now than I did before.

Once Sid is bandaged up, we are allowed to see him. The doctor explains due to the car not going that fast, his injuries are only minor. He has a broken arm and needed stitches but that was about it. Nothing life threatening or life changing.

He's still asleep when we walk in. It's just like him. He's always asleep. For a while we sit there waiting for him to wake up, nurses come and go and tell us he's all right. After 15 minutes of waiting, Ellie is bored and wants a drink.

'Toots, I've got some money in my purse, take Ellie to the drink machine and get her something.' Mum says after a few minutes of whinging from Ellie.

I look in her purse but there is no money. I tell Mum this but she's insistent there is.

'There was a £20 note in there too, where is it?' She frowns at her empty purse.

I shrug, but I have a feeling I know who's got it.

'I want a drink.' Ellie whines. It's not that she doesn't care about Sid, but the Doctor said he was going to be fine and I don't think she really knew what all the fuss was about.

'All right, we'll find some water, I'm sure there's one of those machines.' Mum says standing up.

'But I hate water.' Ellie pouts.

'There's an ice dispenser too, you can have some ice.' Mum took her hand.

'O.k.,' she replied, but she didn't sound happy.

'You stay here with Sid, Toots, in case he wakes up.'

'O.k.'

They hadn't been gone for more than two minutes when Sid's eyes opened.

'Sid!' I cried, giving him a hug, being careful of his arm.

'What happened? I can't remember… there was a car…. and…and…' he stammered

'And?'

'Him, Dad I mean, at the pub, yes I remember now. What happened to my arm?' Sid suddenly noticed his arm in plaster

'It's broken.' I replied

'Oh no, does that mean I can't play football?' He has a look of horror on his face

'Yes,' I laugh and soon he's laughing too.

'I'm sorry Toots,' Sid is suddenly serious.

'For what?' I ask

'For not believing you that Dad wasn't here because he wanted to be with us.'

'That's o.k.'

'No it's not O.k. We need to tell Mum.'

'I know, but how?'

'I don't know.' Sid paused for a moment 'Are you sure I can't play football?'

'Yes!'

'What about writng, please say I can't write, please.'

'Sid, you're right handed you've broken your left arm.'

'Nooo, that is so unfair.'

And if the Doctor had come at that moment to tell us Sid could go home, then everything would have been fine.

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