So I can only tell this story from my perspective, as I lived out the entire event on my phone while working at Mass General Hospital in Boston. Let me start from the beginning of that day.
Knowing I had to work in Boston, downtown, and I had to go somewhere I was not familiar with - I left the house very early that day in early November. I was at the hospital by 7:30am. I had teh machine apart and my work begun when the first call came in, it was Dan. My father had just called him, Tommy had fallen down the stairs, was bleeding, a cut above his eye. It was now almost 8am, Tommy and Pop Pop were on their way to Hasbro Children's Hospital, Dan was off to meet them, and I was stuck in Boston, as it was rush hour there was no point to me leaving.
The calls came in throughout the morning. Tommy needed stitches, and my Dad was a wreck. By the time I was finally able to leave and get home, Tommy was already home and in bed - with a black eye and bruised chin and 7 stitches above his eye. He handled it like a trooper and did not for a minute let the fall stop him, or deter him from playing on the stairs every chance he got.