The call came from his son’s high school. The voice on the line was careful and controlled, the way people sound when delivering news they wish they didn’t have to give. There had been an incident. Emergency responders were involved. His seventeen-year-old son, Freddy, had been taken to County General Hospital with serious head injuries.
Ray was already on his feet before the call ended.
The hospital room was filled with machines, low beeping rhythms, and the sharp scent of disinfectant. Freddy lay unconscious, his injuries severe enough that doctors spoke in cautious terms about swelling, fractures, and the critical hours ahead. It was clear this was not a minor accident. Ray listened quietly as the medical staff explained that recovery, if it came, would take time.
