This is an I-Heart podcast. Guaranteed Human. Today I have to by hospitaling my very own nine-year-old brother. That's not nice. No, it's not. Heard of tough brotherly love, but not that tough. To the ER, though. That's a whole other level. I'm typing this. I'm literally typing this out from the waiting room. I feel so guilty and my mom won't even look me in the eye. Probably, rightfully so.

Today, my 17 male brother, 9 male, wanted to play with my Xbox in my room, which I reluctantly said yes to.

But since we moved in last week, my room, which is still very small anyways,

is mostly full of boxes. So there's really not much room to move around at all. He was sitting

on the floor playing Minecraft and I was in my bed doing a Superman puzzle, which is kind

of a hilarious activity to be doing. Such a funny like image. 17 year old when my mom called me

into the kitchen to help her reach something.

This is where I effed up, ladies and gentlemen.

Okay.

So as I said, there's not much space in the room, especially at the end of my bed where the TV is right next to my door.

I tried to squeeze past to leave to go to my mom in the kitchen.

Squeeze.

Squeeze.

I accidentally bumped into the TV stand and the worst thing possible happened.

What happened?

The whole TV fell on my brother.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, that's not.

The whole TV?

The whole dang TV.

Oh, no.

How big are these TVs, though?

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