And The Silver Spoon
Your next set of motions are automatic. You try in vain to shake the mind-numbing fear of losing Theo off, but you can't.
Theo clumsily dresses himself in jeans and a sweatshirt. You change into similar attire. Just enough time for the ambulance you called to arrive.
You carry your son out bridal style and shakily deposit him into a gurney. Paramedics swarm him.
"What happened?"
"He was hit by a car outside the house," you lie hastily. It pains you to know that the lie will work. That in your Bolt days, you lied about getting in car accidents all the time. That the impacts you suffered at the hands of notorious supervillains were synonymous with those of fatal car crash victims. Thinking about Theo experiencing that same pain makes you sick.
"And where's the car?"
"It was a hit and run. I remember the license plate."
"Okay," the paramedic buys your story. You don't care about those details now, though. Right now, your only priority is getting Theo help.