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Bitches Get Stitches

Anthony accidentally kneed Nicholas in the head during wrestling practice. When Nicholas tried to sit up, Anthony and their coach saw that Nicholas had a serious gash above his left eye. They helped Nicholas to the athletic trainer's office. The trainer determined that Nicholas would need stitches for the one inch gash and should go to the hospital rather than having it stitched at school. Nicholas was confused about how a knee to the head resulted in a facial cut.

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Bitches Get Stitches

Anthony accidentally kneed Nicholas in the head during wrestling practice. When Nicholas tried to sit up, Anthony and their coach saw that Nicholas had a serious gash above his left eye. They helped Nicholas to the athletic trainer's office. The trainer determined that Nicholas would need stitches for the one inch gash and should go to the hospital rather than having it stitched at school. Nicholas was confused about how a knee to the head resulted in a facial cut.

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Bitches Get Stitches

Aw shit my bad, Anthony said turning around to face me.


Nah don't worry about. Just gimme a sec. I briefly lied on the mat in an attempt
to stop the room from spinning, a side effect of catching an accidental knee with my
temple.
You gooOh shit, the words fell flatly out. Oh shit, jaw dropped and gaping.
Oh shit, eyes widened and refusing to blink.
What? I begged, confused by Anthonys abnormal reaction and concerning look
of utter shock.
Anthony reached down and touched my left brow. Pinggggg! he ran for our
coach with a strange desperation.
What!? I tried again before coming to the sudden and obvious realization that I
wouldnt get an answer from my clearly overwhelmed friend. So in the hopes of gaining
some sort of grasp on the situation I tried to sit up, bringing on a sort of daze, when my
coach appeared..
Ping stared at me, eyes locked above my left eye, Ah shit.
Whats going on?
Cmon we have to go to Emily. I was lifted up to my feet and began walking out
of the wrestling room with the help of my coach, constantly looking down at a somewhat
hazy floor. There was blood on my white dry-fit shirt but I did not recall bleeding at all
during practice. I heard basketballs bouncing, but the sound was muffled, as if listening
through earplugs, then the basketballs stopped and I noticed more blood on the gym
floor.

I stumbled into Athletic Trainer Emilys office with the help of my coach.They sat
me down on one of the tables in the office, Ooo, thats a pretty gash. Emily examined
my left eye.
What?!? my confusion now replaced with shock.
Yea, go wash the blood off in the bathroom, then Ill take another look at it. I
shakily walked into the bathroom, curious as to what I would find awaiting me inside the
mirror. But what I saw was almost unrecognizable. I looked like a victim of Jason
Voorhees: the entire left side of my face was covered in blood, so much blood that I
couldnt even see from where I was bleeding. I carefully washed my face until I found
the source, a perfectly straight one inch gash just above my left eye. I stared deeply into
the mirror at it, probing it with my fingers until I saw a flash of white bone in the torn red
flush and immediately ceased my exploration. Shit.
How do you feel? Emily asked as I returned to the table. Nauseous at all?
Nah I feel fine. When can I go back to practice?
Haha no no no, you definitely need stitches, Emily further examined my wound.
Ok so cant you just stitch it up?
Emily laughed, No Nicholas its your face, you need to go to the hospital.
Ah shit. Sorry, no cursing in the office. Wait how the f*** did a knee cut my face?

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