The Call....

So DH walks in the door, and looks at me. States the police just called him and want him to come to the hospital to identify the body. We just look at each other, because it cant be him, it cant be, I spoke with someone at the school who stated he was NOT one of the kids, so it cant be him.

Tim drives to the hospital, I decided its not him (total denial) I am staying home. Tim telling me, no way its him, because we were told he wasn't one of them (total denial). About 1/2 way to the hospital he thinks, how did they get my phone #? That is when it hit him, at around the same time it did me, and I wanted him to come get me RIGHT THEN! But of course he went, saw him, laying in that bed, made the identification, then called me.

When I walked into the room, I was shocked he was swollen and asleep, tubes running from his head, mouth, arms, stitches in his hands that put his knuckles back together. But ignoring all of that, he just looked asleep. We tried to get information on how he was, and was told over and over, there isn't any news yet, its very touch and go.....