Chapter 37
If I thought the Center might benefit from the sympathetic press we've received since the Intown Voice story went live - well, it's nothing compared to the attention and support coming our way now that I'm in the hospital. If I'd have known, I might have let myself get pushed down a flight of stairs even sooner.
Dad tells me I have a mild concussion. I also had to get a total of twenty stitches: eleven on my scalp, five on my arm, and four on my cheek. I broke two fingers on my right hand and cracked my radius on the same arm.
In other words, I'm pretty damn busted up.