Second day of school this year, a bunch of my friends and I were on the top of the bleachers. My friend Brandee was upset over her break up with her boyfriend. Somehow she got a piece of glass and told me to give her my arm. I was like, "Sure whatever," and the next thing I new my arm was sliced open all over the place. Turns out she used the glass sliced a huge 7 inch wound into my arm. It bled all over the place and onto the floor and we had to use my shirt to stop the bleeding. Pressure and all that junk. I probably should have gotten stitches, but I didn't because I'm afraid of hospitals and would rather bleed to death then get them.
Ok, so, now, 9 months later, the scar is still not fully healed and it's all raised and stuff. There's still one stop that bleeds sometimes. Not like gushing blood, but like a drop or two. My friends think I should go to the doctors and let them have a look.
What do you think?
Ok, so, now, 9 months later, the scar is still not fully healed and it's all raised and stuff. There's still one stop that bleeds sometimes. Not like gushing blood, but like a drop or two. My friends think I should go to the doctors and let them have a look.
What do you think?