The Accident

When we first moved back to NY, The Boy took a transfer within his company. His new position in the New York office required him to travel about 65% of the time. He would fly all over the country for work and conferences. One particular conference took him to the west coast for a week, followed by 2 weeks at another location. All in all, he was going to be away from home for 3 weeks straight! I was so sad. We had never spent that much time apart before (dorky, I know.) I enjoy his company and was not looking forward to those 3 weeks. When he left for his conference, I even cried a little. I would have cried a whole lot more if I knew what the next 6 months would hold for us.

We had been so happy after our talk. I was feeling so good about where we were in our relationship and our ability to pull through the rough patch (list and all.) And so, off he goes. I couldn't figure out why I was so upset over his leaving. It was definitely hitting me harder then any of his other trips. I just figured it was the lenght of time away that was giving me that feeling in the pit of my stomach. Anyway, The Boy arrived safely and was off to his hotel. As it turned out a close friend from college had just moved to this partcular west coast city and The Boy's best friend lived just a few hours away in a nearby city. They made plans to get together during the week. TB's Best Bud drove in and crashed with the other friend. The Boy was so excited to see Best Bud. It was kind of cute to hear him go on about what they were going to do and all of that.

Meanwhile back at home, I was bored out of my mind. I had spent countless hours on the phone with friends I needed to catch up with. You know how that goes.... it's been a while since you spoke, but you don't call because you know you need at least an hour of talk time that you can never seem to find. I received a text from The Boy letting me know that he was going to dinner with his friends and that he would call me later. Sometime after that I fell asleep on the couch (keep in mind he was 3 hours behind) and when I woke up it was late. I walked the dog and headed to bed. Afer I climed into bed I dialed The Boy to say goodnight. No answer. No surprise there. He NEVER seems to feel his phone buzzing in his pocket. About 15 minutes later I realize he still hasn't called back so I try one more time. Voicemail. I left a message saying goodnight and a joke about not geting too drunk and fell asleep. Somewhere between sleep and awake I had that thing where you feel like you're falling from the sky and I jumped up. I had a terrible feeling in my gut. I checked my phone...it was now hours later. No missed called, no texts. I called him again and this time I left a very worried message.

Now I know it may seem like I am calling a lot, but The Boy is very good about returning calls. He may not realize you are calling originally, but within minutes, you will always get a call back. Never fails. He's very good that way. This night he didn't and it scared the crap out of me and rightfully so. Another hour passes and my phone rings. I don't recognize the number and answer immediately. "Hi. It's Best Bud. The Boy has had a bit of an accident." I shot out of bed so fast, I'm surprised my heart remained in my chest. I think I kinda yelled something like What to you mean!? Best Bud proceeds to tell me that they decided to go back to their friends house and hang out. College Friend apparently had a great view of the bay from his roof and invited everyone up to see it. Up the ladder went the friends followed by The Boy. As TB reached the top and went to step onto the roof, his foot slipped and he fell 2 stories to the ground, landing on another ladder that had been laying in the alley. It was obvious that he had broken at least one leg, but they had just arrived by ambulance to the hospital. Best Bud promised he would call me in one hour with an update.

I hung up the phone and was freaking out. I called my best friend (who in lieu of hello, answered the phone "it's 2 in the morning!?") and started crying my eyes out. I was thousands of miles away while My Boy was laying in a hospital! I had a long 60 minutes to wait for more news. All the while I was on the computer preparing flight options for the first thing in the morning. It turned out to be one long ass night.