Drew is lucky to have Bill for a friend. When I was hospitalized after my car accident, I got, in this order, a bell jar of mints from my best friend at the time (my nose had been stitched together and I couldn’t taste or smell) and a visit from the ambulance drivers (there was no such thing as an EMT at the time) who came in to tell me they didn’t think I was “going to make it.” I was, literally, a “red blanket.” They were just waiting for me to die.
I wish Drew the BEST!
If Bill didn’t have first aid training, it could have been worse for Drew. Once Bill realized it was a bad fall, he checked him for serious bleeding, made him keep still, and called 911.
He’ll have some interesting scars on his scalp, if he ever becomes a Skinhead ;-).
Fooled them, dincha?