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One minute, I’m watching Cole dance on a table with a red solo cup in his hand. The next he is tumbling down.

I immediately stand up. Being the only sober person left at this party. Again, something I didn’t want to come too.

I hear the crack. Of a bone. Shit. He needs an ER now. Like right now.

I lean down to lug him up with the help of Miles. Who grabs my keys. Pushing through the crowd.

We get Cole out of the party and into my car. The local hospital is like a 10 minute drive from campus so it shouldn’t take long at all to get there.

I contemplate ringing Em and telling her. But I don’t know if she will even pick up.

Where did she even go when she left during the game.

We beat Harvard 2-1 in the end. Hence the party and celebrations. And the reason for Cole on the table drunk dancing.

We arrive at the ER, as Miles has sobered up enough to get Cole out and is currently holding him upright. He isn’t really totally with it.

He knocked his head on the way down.

But all I