Fix A Broken Head With A Beating Heart

(I’m about seven and have cracked my head open. I’m sitting in the reception office in the hotel, covered in blood, with my mother on the verge of a breakdown because I just won’t stop screaming. Suddenly, a man knocks on the door.)

Man: “Hi, sorry to bother you. It’s just I saw you coming in with all that blood… I’ve got two kids of my own, you see, and I know how they would be acting if it was them, so I got this for you to cheer you up.”

(From behind his back he pulls out a bar of chocolate for me, and I immediately calm down.)

Man: “Now, you be brave, all right?” *to my mum* “And let me know if you need anything else.”

(That man waited outside until my dad and brother arrived and he was certain I was going to be okay, then vanished without a trace. Whoever you are, thank you for being there!)