I'd be interested to know if this would happen now: one morning, just before school started, I fell in the playground and hurt my head really badly. A passing teacher took me straight to the nearby hospital in her beige car. As both my parents worked, my au pair was with me (two working parents and an au pair was unusual then), who took me back to school afterwards, on the bus.
Probably not so weird when my brother had burnt his hand at home. A teacher showed me his blister, and asked me what had happened. I was baffled at the time as to why she did this, but now it's nice to know that they looked out for us in the 1980s. Compare this moment in a Grange Hill episode from 1980:
Teacher: (to a boy with a black eye) Who gave you that?
Pupil: Me dad, sir.
Teacher: May one ask why?
Pupil: I had me bike nicked, sir.
Teacher: (shrugs) Off you go.
When I was ill at school once, the elderly dinner ladies got out the paperwork for contacting my parents, read my mum's details, and said "it says, 'with great difficulty'" (my mum was a secondary school teacher). Even I knew that my dad was much easier to contact during the day, and I tried to tell them this, but they refused point blank, saying they didn't want to disturb him at work. I had to wait until the end of the school day. I saw the polite letter that my dad wrote to the school the day after (typed and duplicated with carbon paper), expressing his surprise that nobody tried to contact him at his office, and that he could get to the school much more quickly than my mum could.