Oh shit. Dad was going to flip his shit when he heard about this. "Do you have to call him? It's four in the morning, we could tell him when he wakes up."

"Too late," he said. "He's bringing the Expedition, and he's bringing Hammer and Teri too. They should be here in a couple hours, so let's go out to the table so I can clean these wounds." He grabbed the first aid kit we kept here, and I walked out dreading what was to come. The kit included a bottle of rubbing alcohol, gauze pads and bandages, and it would sting like hell as he was cleaning and...