We managed to snag a room at the most beautiful three story inn and started to bring our bags up to the room. Traveling with Greg (my dad) means he always BHOB's (brings his own booze), and this trip was no exception, meaning he needed ice for the vodka he had brought along. Starting up the steps, he was carrying his suitcase, brief case, along with a bag of ice, and was naturally wearing his prescription sunglasses on inside.
Now both of my parents are guilty of wearing sunglasses on inside (not wanting to change to regular glasses), but my dad has developed a cataract in one eye he neglected to tell me about and has a hard time seeing at night. When the concierge offered to help him carry his bags to the third floor, he refused and said he had it.
He did not have it.
As I was putting my things down in our room, I hear a crash, thud and moan in the hallway. Thinking he had just tripped, I asked "all good??"
He replied, "I think so, just bleeding a bit."
The hallway our room was in was poorly lit, with two-three steps in the same carpet as the rest of the hallway. This made it incredibly difficult to see there were steps (especially with his vision), and he hit the side of his face when he tripped.
I immediately run out, and see his head GUSHING blood. His aviators had sliced the side of his face (less than an inch away from his eye) wide open. Barely keeping it together, I run back to the bathroom and grab towels, give them to him, and escort him to our room. At this point, I'm panicking. I run downstairs and ask the first waitstaff at the hotel to get me bandaids and bandages, and she thankfully hurried. I run back up stairs, and find my dad has soaked an entire large hotel towel- at which point i start thoroughly freaking out.
I grab him a new towel and tell him I'm going to ask the front desk to call us an ambulance. I run down stairs and meet the concierge who had just grabbed him a bag of ice for his traveling bottle of vodka, and he informs me he has already called a cab, alerted the local hospital, and hands me $50+ for the cab. He helps me get my dad into the car, and 20 minutes later we are in the waiting room at a local hospital.
HOURS go by before anyone sees us- at one point he starts GUSHING blood again, throwing me into a veritable panic. Finally, after 4 hours in the waiting room, he is finally called back to get stitches, and I hang back in the waiting room (he doesn't want me to see him like that, which I can appreciate).
At 12:30 am (nearly 6 hours after it first happened), he has 10+ stitches and is ready to head back to the Inn. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't one of the most terrifying incidents of my life. Those who know me, know that my Dad is my everything. He is my rock, my best friend, and the one I turn to for any and all advice, so to see him in this position was truly terrifying.
Poor thing- we'd been out of the country for 3 hours, and he gets a severe injury. Naturally, neither of us had thought to get him travel insurance....