TW- blood, injury, caps
when i was like, 8 i went climbing while my brother and bsf (who is terrified of heights) watched me. i must have scraped my leg or something, but i didn’t feel it. we went back to my bsf’s house- which was only a street away- to go have popsicles and chat. a few minutes after i sat down, my best friend screamed at me and pointed at my leg.
it was covered in bl*od
i had a nasty scr*pe that was very long and very deep.
it took me like, 7 minutes to notice it. and it looked PAINFULL. but i couldn’t feel anything
and i was just like
“i’ll be fiNe. i’ll take care of it when i go home”
when i went home, my dad freaked out (he works in a medical profession, so he was able to tend to it, but i had bandages on my leg for a month and still have the scar)
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aLSo this one time i walked into my room and i noticed my foot was dripping with bl*od. idk what happened, it i banged my foot or something.
i was fine.
moral, of the story- im stupid and have weird p*in tolerance.