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the good news is that now we don't need to bother fixing the radio
ring
ring
"This is Officer P---- of the Carlisle Police Department, and I'm just calling to let you know that your wife was involved in an accident. She and your four-year-old are all right, but they're a little banged up so they're being transferred to Emerson, and she wanted to make sure you could pick up the older boy, and then you should go directly to Emerson to meet them."
slam
Morgan, get your stuff. Mommy was in a car accident, so we need to go meet them at the hospital.
honk
"Yes, sir, you should probably get your dog first, she's in the back of my cruiser right now, and then you should just go straight over to the hospital. They've already transferred the little boy, and they'll be bringing your wife pretty soon."
click
click
pitter patter
"Hi, Daddy."
Hey, Quinn, how are you doing?
... friction burns from the seat belts ...
... X-rays, we're not really worried, just to make sure ...
shuffle
"Sir, can I just ask you to answer some questions for me so we can admit your wife?"
... reporting numbness and tingling ...
... pain in her shoulder, and says she can't feel her toes ...
squeak
squeak
"Daddy, can you take this off my finger? It pinches."
"The pavement was wet. I fishtailed. Next thing I knew, there was a tree."
It's okay, I have your ring and your necklace. Don't worry.
beep
"The talus -- that's one of the bones that comes down into your foot -- is broken in about five places."
Here, kiddo, can you help Quinn with the Play-Doh factory?
"They've given me 20 of morphine and I still just barely have enough cope for the pain. I don't know what I'm going to do if this goes on all night."
murmur
rattle
"We're having her transferred to Mass General. She's definitely going to have to have surgery on that ankle, and our orthopedic surgeon is pretty good but he took one look at this and said, nuh-uh...."
John, can you go meet her at Mass General? I'll see what I can do to make sure they let you in.
pit pat pit pat
buckle buckle
"Daddy, can we go to Applebee's for dinner, daddy?"
It's pretty late, Quinn. How about macaroni and cheese?
"Macaroni and cheese!"
ring
"This is Officer P---- of the Carlisle Police Department, and I'm just calling to let you know that your wife was involved in an accident. She and your four-year-old are all right, but they're a little banged up so they're being transferred to Emerson, and she wanted to make sure you could pick up the older boy, and then you should go directly to Emerson to meet them."
slam
Morgan, get your stuff. Mommy was in a car accident, so we need to go meet them at the hospital.
honk
"Yes, sir, you should probably get your dog first, she's in the back of my cruiser right now, and then you should just go straight over to the hospital. They've already transferred the little boy, and they'll be bringing your wife pretty soon."
click
click
pitter patter
"Hi, Daddy."
Hey, Quinn, how are you doing?
... friction burns from the seat belts ...
... X-rays, we're not really worried, just to make sure ...
shuffle
"Sir, can I just ask you to answer some questions for me so we can admit your wife?"
... reporting numbness and tingling ...
... pain in her shoulder, and says she can't feel her toes ...
squeak
squeak
"Daddy, can you take this off my finger? It pinches."
"The pavement was wet. I fishtailed. Next thing I knew, there was a tree."
It's okay, I have your ring and your necklace. Don't worry.
beep
"The talus -- that's one of the bones that comes down into your foot -- is broken in about five places."
Here, kiddo, can you help Quinn with the Play-Doh factory?
"They've given me 20 of morphine and I still just barely have enough cope for the pain. I don't know what I'm going to do if this goes on all night."
murmur
rattle
"We're having her transferred to Mass General. She's definitely going to have to have surgery on that ankle, and our orthopedic surgeon is pretty good but he took one look at this and said, nuh-uh...."
John, can you go meet her at Mass General? I'll see what I can do to make sure they let you in.
pit pat pit pat
buckle buckle
"Daddy, can we go to Applebee's for dinner, daddy?"
It's pretty late, Quinn. How about macaroni and cheese?
"Macaroni and cheese!"
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