An "Accident"

I was pumping breastmilk between classes today when I got a call from Miguel. I answered the phone cheerily; I was happy to hear from him at an odd time in the morning. He then informed me that he was in a pretty bad accident and he was waiting for an ambulance. I thought he meant car accident, and I asked how it happened. He said something to the effect of his safety harness getting caught on a forklift and him getting thrown... I think. I asked him what hospital they were going to take him to, and he said he didn't know, but he'd call me as soon as he found out. I packed up all my stuff and came right home because my phone battery was dying and I needed to plug it in to make sure I don't miss his call. It's been a half hour, and I still haven't heard from him. He said it was pretty bad. Now I'm wondering how bad. Life threatening? A broken bone? I don't know, and the waiting is killing me. I tried calling a few minutes ago, but no answer. And I don't have the phone number of anyone he works with, so I can't find out from one of them. I hope he's ok.

If there's any good to be seen here, it's that the accident was a work accident, so we shouldn't have to worry about the bills. Always try to look at the bright side, right?