Team8s and Counting

148. No Need to Hide

Sprinkle wasn't in much physical pain at all; he was a tough cookie, but at this point, he just wanted to make an excuse to leave the room. He nodded at Miss Chalk, who guided him to the nurses office, leaving the rest of the kids with the teaching assistant.

Once they arrived at the nurses office, Miss Chalk explained the situation to the nurse, who looked slightly concerned.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sprinkle," the nurse said sympathetically. She went and got some ice, as Miss Chalk headed back to the classroom. "Here," the nurse handed him the ice pack, "put it where it hurts, it should help your bum feel a little better."

Sprinkle took the ice pack and sat on it, although he didn't really need it. However, the embarrassment of the situation wouldn't leave him, and he couldn't imagine stepping foot back into that classroom.

The nurse told him to rest for a little bit, which he did. When the nurse came back to check on him, Sprinkle exaggerated his pain, trying to look for an easy way out of school.

"It still hurts," he said, tears forming in his eyes, thinking about the incident.

The nurse's expressions softened, "Aww, I was hoping the ice would make things a little better. Do you want me to give your mom a call?"

Sprinkle nodded, as the nurse went and dialed Barf Bag.

Barf Bag was at home, getting some things done around the house, when she got the call from the school. "Hello?"

"Hello," The nurse said, "Is this Barf Bag gutterson."

"Yes," she said, "Can I help you with anything?"

The nurse sighed, "I'm the nurse at your son's school, I'm here with Sprinkle right now, who just had a little fall on his bottom during show and tell today."

Both Mom mode and Dr. Gutterson mode started going off in Barf Bag's head, bracing for the worst, "Is he okay? Can he sit down?"

The nurse nodded, "He's actually sitting on some ice right now, but he says it isn't making things any better. I'm thinking you might want to pick him up and take him to a doctor."

Barf Bag felt bad for Sprinkle. He knew he was a tough kid, so that fall must have been rough. "Alright, thanks for letting me know, I'll be on my way shortly."

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Once Barf Bag made it to the school, Sprinkle was relieved that his mom was here to pick him up. He scrambled off the chair, leaving the ice pack behind, and rushed into his mom's arms. "Mom!" he exclaimed, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.

Barf Bag knelt down, pulling Sprinkle into a warm embrace. "Hey there, buddy. How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

"I'm okay, but I fell on my bottom," he said, glancing down on the floor. "It was during show and tell."

Barf Bag raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What happened?"

Sprinkle hesitated, the memory of all the giggles and pointing fingers flooding back. He wasn't sure how to explain it without feeling even more embarrassed. "I was showing my truck, and then I stepped on it and fell," he mumbled, staring at the floor.

Barf Bag pat Sprinkle on the back, "I'm so sorry to hear that buddy. Does anything hurt?"

Sprinkle nodded, "My tushy hurts really bad, it's hard for me to sit down!"

Barf Bag was slightly confused, seeing how he was just sitting down on the ice pack when she walked in. Regardless, she decided to go along with it. "Do you need me to take you home?"