“This is 9-1-1, how can we help you?” The operator replied. My heart skipped a beat. “I would like to report an accident on Boleyn Road, my dad fell off a UTV we were driving, I don't know what to do,” I uttered. “Stay there, don't move him from the scene and the paramedics will arrive,” he said. Two days passed and the doctors told us that he was still unconscious. They had just explained that they had done some tests to verify everything. The doctor told us he had a traumatic brain injury. In the accident he took a blow to the front of the skull. He had difficulty because the cartilage in his nose was crushed. Additionally, he had fractured both jaws and cheekbones. Three months passed and he still wasn't himself. But I was very grateful for his conscience. I entered his room. The room was dimly lit. Attached to a heart rate monitor, he lay down on the bed. My father was bandaged from head to toe; only his face was exposed. Luckily, he had done a lot