Junior Year

A Broken Nose - November 30th, 2018

Friday

Ok guys the scariest thing that has ever happened to me in school happened today. I'm literally shaking.

In my last period study hall the teacher is not very strict at all and he just lets all the guys run around like crazy the whole time. So today about 20 minutes into the hour long class I was working on my history project in a chair facing away from Ryan and Owen who were sitting on the floor facing me and Peter (yes the Peter I am madly in love with) decided he is going to run from one end of the class room to the other because Peter is always super hyper and up doing something stupid. As Peter was running he goes to jump over Ryan and Owen's legs and Ryan sticks his leg out. Peter trips, runs into my chair, and slams his face into the tile then slide into the wall.

Everyone looks up and starts laughing. Peter rolls over and put his hand on his face. He is kinda laughing too but I can tell he is really hurt. After he has laid there for a good minute our teacher finally decided maybe he should make sure Peter is still alive and he walks over and asks Peter if he wants to go to the nurse. Peter kinda looks up and just says no. At this point I am starting to freak out. I turn to Ryan and Owen and say "one of you needs to walk him to the nurse right now" because I didn't know if Peter would want me to walk him down. But they don't move and Peter is still laying there. I look at Peter and say "you need to go to the nurse". "I'm ok" he says but I know Peter and I knew he really was not ok no matter how tough he was acting. (SPOILER ALERT, Peter has cried in front of me before and I honestly thought once we got to the nurses office he might start crying but he didn't the whole time we were there and it was really impressive) 

Still no one is doing anything and at this point I am about to lose it. My hands were shaking super bad because of how scared I was. I stood up and walked over to Peter. "Come on Peter please. You need to go to the nurse, stand up." He finally stood up and our teacher told me to walk down to the nurse with him. Now that I was closer to Peter I could see the bumps starting to form where he had hit the floor and underneath his right eye was starting to turn a black purple color.

On the way down to the nurses office I don't really remember what we said. I think I asked Peter if he felt dizzy and I remember I was really worried about him using the stairs because I thought he was gonna pass out. He was so wobbly when he was walking. I held onto his waist and shoulders a few times to make sure he was steady walking and he just kept saying how bad his head hurt.

We walked into the nurse's office and both of the nurses were in today. I thought once I got down to the office Peter would tell me I could leave but he didn't and I was worried so I stayed with him. He walks into the office (about the size of a small walk in closet) and goes "I just hit my head really hard on the floor" The two nurses, Wendy (yes we call her by her first name) and the other nurse with black curly hair. I don't know her name because she usually works at the middle school. They both look at Peter with wide eyes and then look to me and say "what". I explained what had just happened a little better and then Peter goes "my nose hurts a lot and so does my head" when he say this I gently push back the blond hair covering his forehead to revile a red bump bigger than a quarter that had already formed above his left eyebrow. Wendy said yikes and told Peter to sit down on the cot that was in the back corner of the tiny room. I stayed in the door way as the other nurse with curly hair started to look around the room. About three months ago I was sitting on the same cot getting tested for a concussion I got from getting punched in the face at a karate tournament. I knew how everything worked probably better than the nurses themselves and my mom friend instincts had kicked in and I was in full "take care of Peter" mode.

They gave Peter some Tylenol and an ice pack for his head. His nose was also swollen but he wouldn't put ice on it because he said it hurt too bad. The whole time I thought Peter might throw up because of how hard he hit his head but thankfully he didn't. (I hate when people throw up, I can handle blood, spit, you name it, just not puke) He was shaking all over though. Probably from the pain poor thing. Now he was telling us how bad he actually felt. He wasn't trying to hide that he was hurt anymore. Wendy looks to me and says "girlfriend?" asking if Peter and I were dating I laugh and say no and Peter goes "she's my cousin" I laughed and said "no I'm not" and Peter goes "oh right" He sits up and asks how his nose looks.