Everyone is Okay

My sister said when I tell this story, I need to start with that. Also, proceed with caution because it's not a story for the squeamish.
Yesterday Fiona and I were watching TV on the couch around 7:15pm. Buttercup was outside with the neighborhood kids and TD was mowing the lawn. Then, I heard someone scream outside. It didn't sound like the kids and I heard it again, so I told Fiona I was going to check it out.
When I got outside and around the corner, I saw TD, lying the gutter not moving. I ran to where he was. There were a few neighbors outside on the phone, including neighbor doctor lady. That's what we were calling her. Anyway, I got to TD's side and he was having a seizure. His face was gray, he was foaming at the mouth and some blood was tricking out of his mouth. There was a pool of blood around his head. I answered a few questions for the lady and took hold of TD's hand and tried to get him to not move around. We made sure the girls were back at the curb, about 50 feet away. After about a minute or so, he stopped seizing. He started breathing heavy and his eyes would flutter open.
It seemed that the ambulance was taking forever. The doctor asked him what his name was and he didn't say anything. He looked a bit frantically at me and I said what's my name? He said, LCM. He could then say his name and the girls names. He didn't know what was happening. The ambulance showed up and they put a collar around his neck and strapped him to the backboard.
I ran to get my purse and keys and reassure the girls. Our great neighbors took the girls home with them after I made sure they had their night clothes and a few things.
I followed the ambulance up to the hospital and luckily, I am almost always prepared. I know to have a jacket and reading material for the hospital. I was able to go right back with him. TD was already talking and joking and apologizing for scaring me so badly.
I hadn't had dinner yet and my stomach was killing me. I am not a stress eater. When I get stressed like that I just want to vomit. But I got a string cheese and bottle of water out of the vending machine because me passing out would not help the situation.
They got an EKG, to make sure he hadn't had a heart attack. That was normal. They drew some blood, they said he had low blood sugar when they had him in the ambulance. They finally took him off the backboard. It was killing his head and back. But the collar remained.
They took him for a CT to make sure he wasn't bleeding in his brain. During this time I wasn't really able to get cell service and I wasn't sure I could talk to someone without losing my composure. So, I texted my brother, the physician's assistant, who is, ironically, doing trauma training in Baltimore, Maryland. It was nice to just focus on the questions he was asking me and trying to make sure TD was okay.
His CT scan was fine. The doctor said, as he could figure it, that TD was dehydrated. He played ball Friday night, didn't drink much Saturday and went out to mow the lawn in 85 degree weather while trying to fight off a migraine....I was listening to all of this and I was just getting mad. Meaning, if I would've brought him out some water, we could've avoided this? Anyway, he passed out from that and fell on the curb and hit his head. He hit his head so hard that it caused a seizure. The doctor said he didn't cut his head, he literally busted his scalp. When they cleaned everything off, you could see the jagged flaps. (Told you, not for the squeamish. Me? I was watching the whole thing up close.)
We got home right before midnight and got the girls back from the neighbors. The girls were able to see that he was up and okay. I tried to sleep, but I just couldn't. He ended up throwing up around 4am, not entirely making it, so I got to clean that up. I think I slept straight from around 5am to 8am, when Fiona got up.
She and I had to go get his antibiotic prescription filled. He was lying with an open head wound in a Houston gutter.... When we got back, he said he thought he might need stitches in his tongue. (Squeamish part again) He showed me a flap sort of hanging off the back, left side of his tongue. We had neighbor doctor lady and my brother weigh in. They both said it could go either way. So I ended up taking him to the neighborhood urgent care where he got two stitches to tack his tongue together.
I am just about to the point where my stomach is unclenched. I told him that he had better heal well because when I got scared, I got mad and when I found out we could've prevented this, I got more mad and now I just need to hit something. Hopefully we can all get a good night's sleep tonight. I don't think I can take much more.