I Went to the Hospital to Care for My Son After He Broke His Leg – Then the Nurse Slipped Me a Note, ‘He’s Lying. Check the Camera at 3 a.m.’
Howard shifted uncomfortably in the bed. He looked at his dad, then at his cast, then at the floor.
Something was off. I could feel it in my gut, but I didn’t want to start a fight in front of my injured son.
“Well, the important thing is that you’re patched up now,” I said, though my mind was racing.
I stayed by the bed, stroking Howard’s hair while he drifted in and out of sleep. Jasper sat in the corner, staring at his phone.
That evening, a woman in navy scrubs walked in. Her badge read “Charge Nurse.” She was efficient and quiet, checking Howard’s vitals and scribbling on a chart.
