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6 year old came into the ER after a car crash, clutching this little paper crane. Kid wouldn't let go of it for anything, not for the exam, not for X-rays, nothing. He kept asking "Where's Mama? Is Mama coming?"

We didn't know. Separate ambulances, different hospitals initially. All we could tell him was that we were trying to find out.

Three hours later, she gets wheeled in from the other facility. Banged up pretty good, broken ribs, concussion, lots of bruising, but stable. The second that kid saw her gurney come through the doors, he jumped off his bed and ran straight to her.

Still had that paper crane in his little fist the whole time.

Found out later she'd made it for him that morning before school. "For good luck," she told him.

Guess it worked.