Yesterday was absolutely brutal. India had major pain, we didn't sleep, it took the doctor 7 hours to come see us, we had to go through a new series of X-rays trying to pinpoint what's going on in India's little body and the hospital food SUCKS.
To add insult to injury, a helicopter crashed into our building just above our room. I thought it was a wind gust that made the building vibrate. Nobody was hurt but the hospital staff behaved as if Martians had landed, were eating the newborn children and a few of the geriatric patients.
India's best friend Kate was pulling up to the hospital with her mom and sister just after the crash. They'd made the 45 minute drive to come visit India to only be turned away 100 yards from our room.
The reason given for not being allowed to visit India was vague and Kate's little sister left with the impression that somebody might shoot India, thus the reason for all the police. She was quite worried.