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Show 134 to swim. Sean had tried to do a back jackknife and had come down, forehead into the board and split his brow open. "Blood just poured out," Todd said. Sean had blacked out. "Water was going into his mouth while the blood was coming out and filling the pool," Todd wove the narrative. He had jumped and pulled Sean to the edge. He told his parents: "I screamed and screamed. Mr. Pierson heard. He called his wife. He really yelled at her, then rushed over. He came in the front door - then out here so fast! I was just holding onto Sean. I really thought he was dead. I was just holding him." Hunt was crying. Leah was crying. Todd went on: "Mr. Pierson blew into Sean's mouth, to get him going. To start him. It worked! I saw it! When he started, when Sean started, I saw it happen!" Both Hunt and Leah were hugging their boys and sobbing. Andi Pierson had called the Schoefields. All four had taken the boys to Holy Cross Hospital. "Guess how many stitches?" Sean asked, then didn't wait: "Thirty-eight!" The neighbors had brought the boys home. Paula Schoefield had fed them. "She gave us sliced turkey and custard. She made the custard!" Sean produced a typed sheet of paper. "Mr. Schoefield typed this. He used your typewriter -- is that okay, Mom? He said this was what the doctor said." The instruction sheet listed Alert Symptoms: dizziness, nausea. It described the injury, the treatment and what the follow-up steps all should be. Neither child could really understand their parent's dissolve. It had been a long summer. It had been a summer -- now they saw that - on the brink of something. |