Ouch...x2

Libby ran into a bookshelf last night at eight and hurt herself. Paul panicked and demanded I come home. I couldn't leave, except for a true emergency, so I assessed her over the phone and tried to calm him down. I told him to call me if she got worse, I'd be home as soon as possible, and I assumed he'd take her to the ER if he thought she needed to go. He's angry with me now for not dropping everything and running home. I don't know what else I could have done. She has a shallow cut with no bleeding over a nice sized goose egg. I had him keep her awake until I got home and assessed her, and I checked her every two hours through the night. I'm pretty tired and emotional.