Tony's Reunion (continued - page 3)
Report by: Debra Pickman
Somewhat excited about how the house looked since Tony had last seen it, I offered to show him more of the upstairs. We left the bedroom, entered the hall and made our way to the doorway of the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe as I pointed out the improvements that had been made. Upon glancing backing the direction of his face, in order to see his reaction to the changed I had pointed out, I caught a glimpse of something on his arm.
“What’s that?, I asked, pointing in the direction of his arm. Tony unsuspectingly thought I was pointing to something beyond his arm, raised his arms to get a better look at what I was trying to show him. “No, on your arm”, I said, and reached for it. Finally realizing what I was after, he brought his arm back towards me. Upon a moments inspection, I realized he had a been attacked.
The two individuals that had come upstairs with us, had been with us and only a step away since we had entered the house. When I turned to see if they were able to focus on his scratch, but suddenly realized they were not behind us. I called for them, “He’s got a scratch”, I said. It was only a moment or two before they were by our side again and describing the fact that they had momentarily had some strange trouble with the camera.
Todd, upon seeing Tony’s arm said, ”We need to get him out of here”. A moment later, we were all rushing down the stairs and out the front door. The rest of the group, hearing of what happened, quickly joined us. Most everyone took pictures and the camera continued to roll. I dabbed the blood from Tony’s arm. This is when we all realized how bad a cut it really was!
The cut and I say cut, because it was the deepest wound he has ever gotten in that house, was quite deep and about 3 ½ inches long. It took some time before we got the blood to stop. Several individuals suggested that he go to the emergency room to have stitches, but he refused. We gathered some band-aids and fashioned them as butterfly closures on the wound.
Of course, many questions were asked as we stood there. “Did you feel it when it happened?” “Where were you at the time?” “Are you OK?” etc….. After about 10-15 minutes Tony reported that he was fine and we could go back in. “Your not wanting to go back in, are you?” someone asked. “Yeah, it’s fine, I’m OK, really”, he said. His cavalier sort of manner took everyone aback. “Are you sure?
Moments later we were all back inside the house. Everyone was concerned about Tony’s well being and safety so a chair was set up for him in the dining room. Although we were all hoping he would not be attacked again, cameras were focused on him in order to catch what ever might happen next.
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