Terrified

Yesterday my uncle went missing for most of the day. It was a Sunday, and normally he does go to the pub or the shop near where we live at some point around dinner time.
He left about 1pm, give or take, and when it got to 8pm everyone was starting to get worried.
My Grandma decided to go out looking for him and went to a village near here (where he normally goes to the pub). She eventually found him in his house (he's sold it but still technically owns it as of yet).
He was face down at the bottom of the stairs, unconscious. When she came back home and told me I was so scared, I had to text Alistair to get some comfort from somewhere.
She went back with my Grandad because she couldn't move him otherwise and they phoned the ambulance.
Luckily he was still alive and okay, but extremely bruised and cut and in pain, they think he has broken his ribs.
Currently he is still in bed and finding it extremely difficult to walk and things.
I have to say I have never been more scared in my life and it really hit home when I thought we were going to lose him.
It's really taught me not to take anyone or anything for granted.
Peace out for now
Laura xxx