On the way home, Oliver was playing around at our layover in Seoul. He slipped and cut his face, right above his eye, below his eyebrow with a big gash. Oliver immediately started screaming (I don't blame him, it looked like it hurt). We gathered our belongings and set out to find a first aid kit. We walked/run down to the next Singapore Airlines booth (they had just boarded the plane there) and they called for the medic. The cut, while not bleeding a lot, looked deep, and looked like it would require stitches.
Three medics showed up, cleaned up the wound and said we should take him to stitches. No chance of making the flight. Mr. Lee from Singapore Airlines, took over. He took us to the clinic (it was in the other terminal, we had to take the monorail there), the nurse there put on a fresh bandaid, and said we could go 24 hours without getting it stitched. This was important as there was a 7:45pm flight that Mr. Lee was trying to get us on to. It was the last flight for the day, and there was room. The flights the next morning were quite full, so it was important to get on this flight.
We rushed back to the other terminal, Mr. Lee got us tickets, and escorted us to the plane. He was indispensable as he had to negotiate us through immigration, security, etc. We couldn't have done it without him.
Oliver slept on the flight to Singapore and didn't complain of pain. We got to Singapore, and got home. We woke up Basil to watch Martin, and then set off to go to local 24 hour clinic to get Oliver's stitches (it's about 1am right then). We go down to the car, and the clicker isn't opening the car door. The battery is dead on the car. We set off to walk to the clinic (it's just at Thompson road). Along the way, a taxi spots us, so we hop in. The 24 clinic turned us away, as they won't do stitches on children, as you may have to sedate them.
So back into the taxi we go, and off to Raffles Hospital. They were able to give Oliver 3 stitches. He screamed like a banshee, but we were able to do it without sedating him. We swaddled him up, and a nurse held his head. We've promised him a new toy, to which he immediate said "Car. A Honda Edix, like Daddy's".
Back home by taxi, and a bowl of cereal for both Oliver and I (3 am-ish). Then Martin woke up, hasn't been back to sleep and neither has Oliver (though he was quiet in his room). I've given up, and me and the boys are now downstairs (6am Singapore time). Joe is sleeping (or trying to), as he has his first sailing class today.
But we are back home. With Republic of Korea stamps in our passports. Oliver is in good spirits and playing and demanding I turn on Little Einsteins instead of be on the computer.