Mashing Fingers

It was not a good afternoon. I had gone over to Neville Hilton Oval to watch 1sts in their match against The Rail. Helen had left Jess with me, and Rocket and I had decided to walk around to the other side of the oval where the shade was. Half way around, Jess began screaming. I thought I may have scraped her leg on the fence - but it turned out that her finger had got caught in the arm of the pram that folds when you collapse it. Somehow, it pushing the pram, it had opened enough for Jess to get her finger in.
And she screamed and screamed. And I just didn't know what to do about it. I rang Helen, she came and picked us up, and we got her home. With a bandaid and some Savlon, and sitting in front of the Teletubbies, she recovered. Her father, however, was shot. As harrowing as it was for her, it was the same for me - without pain.
I am not very good at coping with things like that. I hope I don't have to do so again anytime soon.