my hsc
Last night/this morning, at 2AM, I woke up covered in my own blood. I was bleeding profusely from my left hand and had no idea why this was the case. After conferring with my parents (and about 15 minutes) we realised that I had somehow hit my hand on the framed photo collage that hangs above my bed, shattering its glass casing. I spent the next 3 hours in hospital, receiving a few stitches and a really fun time. Now I have a gimp hand.