The funniest thing happened~ ok, no not really, but I thought it was hilarious and if you know know me, then you wouldn’t be surprised.
I was eating and talking to my parents, when I felt something hard under my left foot, like a tiny rock or something. I proceeded to move my foot away but *BRAIN MALFUNCTION* I forgot to actually take pressure OFF my foot and my foot ended dragging (along with the tiny rock thing underneath).
I didn’t really feel anything, just a little prick. Then I saw some dark red drops on the marble floor and my brain was being slow as to actually digest what those drops were. Then I was like, “holy crap!”, but then my mouth refused to work and thus I couldn’t say “I’m bleeding” so my parents were all staring at me wondering what was wrong.
Then, I got up from my chair, started clutching my foot (so to stop the blood from gushing out) and by then, my mom had seen the blood so she went and looked for bandages and stuff.
I have NEVER seen so much blood drip from such a small wound. It’s only a small gash, yet I had made such a mess all over the floor. It didn’t even hurt that much… maybe because my feet skin is too thick. But it was a funny thing to behold.