I immediately started asking, "What went up your nose?" and he pointed to the reeds, in full crying mode now that his whole front was covered in blood. Since I didn't know how far it had penetrated, or if it had gone up and broken off, I immediately gathered the now panicked 10-year-old, handed the gun to my brother and started running up the hill for home. The poor guy, who never could take the sight of blood, was hysterical, asking me over and over again if he was going to die. It was a heartbreaker! After running with him on my shoulders as far as I could, I finally gave out and sat him down to see if he could walk. He could, so we proceeded on to the house. Once we got there, the flow had subsided, but I still needed to know what, if anything, was still up there and how far up his nose the stick had gone. If it had gone too far, he could risk a brain injury or infection. So off to the emergency room we went.