He considered getting a Band-Aid from the high
cabinet in the bathroom. Mommy had fixed all his
cuts and scrapes growing up with dinosaurs, Mickey
Mouse, and fire trucks. He never bled as much as his
mother was, though. He didnt think a Band-Aid
would help. There was only one thing to do. His
parents had taught him carefully to dial 9-1-1 in an
emergency.
Hed heard his fathers thoughts when they taught
him how to use the phone.
I dont know what good it will do if he cant talk.
Maybe just making the call and leaving the line open
will be enough.