"OH MY GOD SWEETIE ARE YOU OKAY" Harold whisked his son away into the kitchen "lets fix up that cut of yours

September is trying -and failing- to calm down.

"SSSSHHH SHHH calm down buddy it's gunna be alright" Harlod hugged him rubbing his back hoping to sooth him

September soon begins to calm down.

Are you okay buddy .... you gave daddy quite a scare there" Harold bit his lip surveying the situation" son do you know what happened to your cloths"

“I-I don’t know...” September said, sniffling.

Harold just starred blankly in shock and disbelief" w-what do you mean you don't know" harold felt his boy's head "September are you feeling all right?"

“I-I’m Fine...” September said shakily. By the tone of his voice it could be heard he isn’t.

"Maybe you hit your head a little to hard ....." Harold raised his eyebrow "llleeettsss go help you find your cloths okay"Harold picked up and cradled his boy "i'll carry you up the stairs then we'll get to the bottom of this

“O-Okay Dad...” September said shakily, trying to stay calm.