tuesday night, while on the phone with suzeQ, i got a terrifying phone call that xabi had gotten hit by a car, wile riding my bike on driggs and metropolitan.
i met the ambulance and my blood soaked friend at woodhull hospital (which i hugely recommend never going to). he was brought into the trauma unit on a gurney, i filled out all the necessary paperwork, trying my best not to freak the fuck out.
all of the sudden, while looking at my loves broken self, i started feeling really woozy. i walked to the other end of the gurney to go sit down. next thing i know, i wake up under the bed. i have fainted from stress.
all in all, he got stitches over his eye, staples on the back of the head, and sustained a grade 3 concussion. i was admitted into the trauma unit an hour and a half later with a grade 1 concussion and a much more mild but still bloody dome.
it's been quite a hellride but mi senor is quite the trooper, and mostly this was a true life lesson in not taking anyone or anything for granted.
bless to all my loves and please ride and drive safely.
also if anyone knows who participated in this hit + run, let me know..once i stop being dizzy, i'd like to give them a piece of my mind!
xL
