A Delayed Reaction
Okay, so this actually happened about a few hours ago:
Me: *Half-asleep and ready to go to bed. Looks at hand. Notices small cut between the pointer and middle finger*
Me: Oh, it's a cut...how did I get that?
Me: *Looks closely, snaps awake. Notices some red around the cut*
Me: Wait...
Me: MOM, I'M BLEEDING! SOMEBODY GET ME A BAND-AID WHILE I CLEAN THIS WOUND!!!!
I question my life choices
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