So some kid starts talking shit to Sam. Sam doesn't do anything. Sam starts walking away. Kid comes up from behind, and as Sam turns around, kid takes a fucking suckerpunch and breaks Sam's nose. Sam has to go to the hospital. I come over to Sam's as he's on the phone telling his dad he needs his insurance card, standing there with his shirt soaked in his own blood and something to stop the constant bleeding from his nose. Sam's my best friend. So I followed Gabe to the hospital. Mom calls when I'm halfway there. "I got your message. I think you're making the wrong choice, going to the hospital. You can't do anything." "Sam's my friend. I'm going there to make sure he's okay. I'll only stay for a few minutes, then I'll come right back home." I arrive. Then Sam's parents arrive. Just while sitting there with them in the waiting room, Mom's called again. Left a message. I have to go home right away. So I leave. But I forgot to turn the ringer on my phone back on, after not being able to have it on at the hospital. Mom calls four fucking times when I'm on my way home. Pull into the driveway, realize my ringer's been off. Check to see if I missed anything. Shit. Walk into the kitchen, listen to the messages. All four. Soon after, Mom comes from upstairs. Damnit. And here's where I fucking get bitched at because I went to the hospital to sit with my best friend while he bled profusely for no fucking reason. Fuck that. Yell at me all you want, make me fucking cry. I still think I did the right thing.