my best friend was going to come over and help me work on my alternator problem, and i talked to him at 4:55 tonight and he said he would be leaving his house in about 10-15 minutes and he'd call me before he leaves, so 5:30 rolls around and i call him, no answer. At about 8:30 my girlfriend calls and says hes in the emergency room and noone knows why so i rush over there but hes getting a catscan, and eventually his dad comes out and tells me that he talked to him right after i did and said hes coming home to have dinner with him, and when he got home at 5:30, he found him unconscious on the kitchen floor with cuts on his lip and ear, a broken wrist, and bloody knuckles. So the ambulance came and brought him in and now he has been admitted and noone is allowed to go in to see him, but his dad said it seems like something a little more than falling off the motorcycle happened. i really hope hes ok and remembers what the fizduck happened. no matter what, it really sucks