It cut

i dont know how nurses do it, how first aid people do it. Looking at wounds and not flinching. Thanks to their developed apathy, most of us with serious wounds can survive. But damn, to see one deep wound is suitably traumatising.

My brother got into a flare with all of us. He had to do this project that involved cutting some thick cardboard. And he didnt go tell anybody that he is gonna cut it now. So he went to cut it. Guess what happened next?

No brawl, no screams. Just a silent but slow walk to the sink, covering his fingers. Once the deed was found, you could literally see him suddenly burst, the tears suddenly like fountains and the screams loud enough to ring in your ear.

He got a damn bloody deep cut in his left index finger. And it is very, very deep. Not that deep that you see the bone, but close enough. Still, to have been cut so deep, and still be so calm, i have to applaud my brother. You can see that the Man's ego is already developing in this young kid. I mean, seriously, any primary four would screamed his lungs out when you got cut like that, but dang, my bro just kept it in, a cool marbolo man, and just went ahead with trying to wash the blood away.

Still, in the end, he cried, but you could see that in the future he is gonna be protecting his ego with everything he has.

Shit, i have competition. :p

Justin ranted at 10:29:00 am on the
30 July 2006
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