And last night I had to take Frankie to the emergency vet. 
He likes to burrow between the side of his cage and our spare bed and we figured that was fine, because we’d kitted it out with old carpet for him to dig at and chew on and he can’t get behind the bed unless he’s being really adventurous and we’re usually watching him anyway…
Last night I was just walking into the room and I saw his feet go *zoom* and I hear a large *thwack* and when I checked to see if he was okay, he wasn’t moving. So I gently prodded him a little bit, but still no moving. At this point I panicked and phoned the emergency vet and he said I should bring him in.
By the time I’d phoned my husband and got my bag together and the carry case he’d regained consciousness and was hopping round the room but I scooped him up and took him anyway, just to make sure he’d not broken anything.
Long story short, he’s fine, but he gave himself concussion and he’s limping a bit. The vet gave him an anti-inflammatory and some painkillers and we’re keeping an eye on him today. After all we’ve been through this week with wondering if we should keep them both and getting used to having them around, the idea of losing one was enough to have me almost in hysterics.
Annoyingly, I haven’t got round to insuring our bunnies yet so it cost me a small fortune in vet bills. But I guess we signed up for that and we (hubby and I) are just relieved that he’s okay!