A flicker of pain. Blood dripping.
An open wound. A rush to the hospital.
In the ER waiting for a doctor to close up the ****.
The sting of a needle to numb my pain.
Couldn't feel my arm for the rest of the night.
Thick string going beneath my skin and tugging at my skin.
A doctor with steady hands. He doesn't mind the blood oozing from my wound. Slowly my wound got closed up.
Now my wound is healing at it's own pace.
I am grateful for my coworkers; the cashier who called the store manager to meet me at the hospital and the pizza maker who drove me to the hospital.
I want to thank the hospital staff for taking care of me that evening.