I knew it would come to an end.
Just didn’t know how quickly.
At least we’re alive. Relatively
unscathed. It could have ended
a whole lot worse. Kyle will have
to stay in the hospital a couple
of days. Long enough for his dad
to collect him. Oh my God.
He was pissed. But not nearly
as pissed as he would have been
had Kyle’s blood work shown
him to be under the influence.
And, despite what Kyle believes,
beneath his dad’s overt anger,
a large dose of relief was obvious.
I may not be in a position to judge,
but I think he cares about Kyle.
As for me, bruises. Contusions.
But no broken bones. Nothing
punctured or torn. You were
exceptionally lucky, the ER nurse
said. Good thing you buckled up.
Damn good thing, actually. Also
good they let me stay here overnight.
Waiting room chairs aren’t the most
comfortable things to snooze in,
but they’re better than the kind
that come with too many questions.
Like those in police stations.
I get up from the one I’ve been