We had this with ds over 20 years ago. He fell playing playground footie at lunch time. Really hurt his ankle. Hobbled to sick bay, perked up and went to class. At playtime he refused to get up.
There was a message on the answering machine when we got in from the school secretary. Evidently DS had twisted his ankle and as he was making a fuss, school called me.
Got to school and as I went into the classroom, he was as white as a sheet. When he agreed to sit in his sister's buggy to get home, I knew it was broken even before he blurted out "I didn't cry mummy, I was a man about it". He was about 7 but still in the infants.
A&E, plastered up, had the following day off to get used to the crutches. School were absolutely horrified when I told them. I just thought it was a normal, human error.
Through a friend who worked at the school, I heard the head had gone ballistic and commissioned an investigation.
I felt so sorry for the TA and dinner lady involved. I gave them both chocolates and hugs the day he got back and reassured them. Also because I wanted them to look out for him rather than give him and me the side eye for ever more for kicking up a stink over a playground mishap.
Sporty physical little boys get hurt. Sometimes more than other times. @Tigerbreadbum the previous summer he broke his wrist and it had to be reset. Only afterwards did I find out that it was to deal with a little bump that would have cleared after a few years, but parents complain. What exactly does the surgery comprise?
The odd thing that still surprises me now is that when it happened dd and I were at the Natural History Museum having lunch and I got an overwhelming need to go straight home because I was needed there and that's what we did. I think back on that more than the broken ankle (it was minor).