Dazed and Confused in New York City

There are things you can count on and things you can't. People fall into that category as well. One thing I can usually count on is my son getting hurt in one way or another. He is still like an overgrown puppy; all paws.  According to the texts I've been receiving, he hurt himself in improv class today.  Apparently, he slipped and fell head first into a brick wall, so hard in fact, that it temporarily dazed and confused him.  He was told he should get checked out, but waived off the suggestion. Of course, he never called me. Not feeling well enough to walk through Central Park, he got on a train.  Where to?  Queens!!!  Apparently, still dazed and confused since we are in Manhattan.  The last text I received from him, he said he had a really bad headache and was heading home. Let's just hope he meant to Manhattan and not to Boston. So here I sit.  Waiting, wondering, "what iffing" and of course....worrying.  :-(

UPDATE:  He finally made it home, but still has a "horrible" headache and isn't feelng so hot.  He seems wiped out. Hopefully he'll have a good nights rest and be back to normal in the morning. I think in addition to the bump on the head, his current mood might be more reflective of how homesick he has become.  I didn't expect this.