The horrible guilt

Not to sound horrible, but I am so my mothers daughter when it comes to sympathy. I have hardly any when it comes to someone doing something they know they shouldn't be and they get hurt. Don't expect me to fawn all over you and "oh you poor baby." It just isn't going to happen. I know that sounds just horrible but it is the dead truth. When there is a cause for sympathy I have it though. Take for instance my day on Tuesday. I knew I was going to be watching Victoria, so I get up and get the house straightened up so I have less to clean when she goes. I typically leave the door unlocked so they don't have to knock and I don't have to go for the door. Well silly me went out of the house about 1/2 an hour before Susan and Victoria got here, and like I automatically do everything I come in, I locked it. So when I hear a pounding on my door (Iwas in the back of the house on the computer) I starting screaming that I will be right there and to keep their panties on. Oh silly me. Susan frantically yells that they need in right now. It was the tone of voice that did it for me. I run to the door and fling it open and there stand Victoria crying at the top of her lungs and bleeding all over the place. So we rush her in get a towel and ice on her lip. While we are doing this Susan is telling me that Victoria got out of the car and started walking towards the door while trying to take off her jacket. Well the girl isn't known for her grace! Well she takes a fall face first and because she was all tangled in her jacket she couldn't stop the fall. So we look at her lip trying to debate if we should take her into the Emergancy room. Oh it was so gross! She darn near put her teeth through her bottom lip. The inside was just narled, and the outside was split from falling on it and it is as clear as day that it is an emergancy room trip. So we call Susans work, call Victorias mom and head out. Since the hospital is less than 5 minutes from us, she curls up on my lap on the drive there. Well we get there, and we wait, and wait, and wait some more. She fortunatly fell asleep. So we take her back and the doctor looks at it sure enough she needs 4 stitches on the inside. Now at this point, I am just feeling gosh darn aweful and guilty about all this because it happened at my house. Why this should make me feel guilty I have no clue but it does. So I am darn near as truamatized as she is. Stupid me it is about to get so much worse. They numb the wound, than strap her down to one of those flat boards so she can't move her body. It takes two nurses to hold her head down and still so the doctor can stitch her. The whole time she is screaming "Get off me." and other stuff that just ripped my heart out. Afterwards, they tried to give her stickers and a cute little stuffed unicorn but she wouldn't take anything from the nurses. She was ticked! By this time I am darn near in tears because this is her first big ouchy and it happened at my house. So she is here today, her bottom lip is HUGE! You can't understand much of what she says because of it. her chin is black and blue and all mangled. It just kiss me. so there that is my tragic story of guilt.