Broken head

It was in the middle of the night when my sister called.

"Our brother broke his head," my sister said.

"Is he still alive?" I asked.

"I think so. I talked to him just now while he was wheeled into the emergency room," sister said.

"Will he survive?"

"I don't know. I saw a crack on his head."

"Shit," I said. "Why are you calling?"

"We have no money," she said.

Shit!