This is my post for #freewriters 2900 prompt soap hosted by @mariannewest
My husband had just asked me where this bar of soap came from. I told him I found it in the bag with gauze and bandages and put it by the sink. He said, "I will use it, but I have never heard of Mommy Forosa soap". I told him that it was made with a label maker, it fell off of something else and stuck to the soap, it is Dial soap, and might be the antibacterial soap. He opened it, and that is what it is. Then, I open my computer and see today's prompt is soap.
And why was I digging for gauze and bandages?
This morning, a medical transport van pulled up to our front gate. I went out to tell the driver he had the wrong address. He told me he had my son in the back, he was in a wheelchair, hunched over with a gauze wrapped from his chin to the top of his head, and a bloody bandage on his cheek. He looked at me and said, "I was almost killed." All I could say was "maybe you will now wake up". I knew it had to be drug related.
He told me he came home from work and was attacked with a knife, the hospital paperwork said he was there at 5am. No one builds roofs until 5 in the morning. In the shape he is in, he still can not tell the truth.
The being attacked by a knife is true, he has a deep gash on his thigh, the hospital put staples in it, and a cut below his knee with stitches. Several cuts and stab wounds down his leg, under his eye, across the top of his nose is cut, and on the other side down to his nostril. Then the guy bit him on the cheek and took a chunk out of it. His arms are cut, but not as badly as his legs.
I wish this would teach him to stop the things he is doing, but I am not getting my hopes up. I will nurse him back to health and he will make promises he will not keep.
photos are mine