Medical scare of the day, redux

As I was going to sleep last night, I reflected on the turn of events last Monday [1] and hoping that we could get through this Monday stitch-free.

I reflected too soon.

I got up to find the Facility in the Middle of Nowhere empty. No one else was around. Then my cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Yes, this is Wlofie,” said Wlofie. “Spring wanted me to call you to inform you that The Older's wound re-opened, so we're on the way to the hospital to get him restitched up.”

“I hope this won't become a re-occuring phenomenon (do doo be-do-do! [2]).”

“I hope so too!”

So, until the stitches are out for good, The Older is now grounded from going outside, rough housing, or otherwise engaging in any activity with his brother that could cause his fingers to split wide open again.

=> [1] /boston/2004/10/11.2 | [2] http://www.poppyfields.net/poppy/mahna.html

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