So I'd sprinted into a brick bbq, at midnight in the Sherwood Forest
And I'm lying there, dressed as a ninja, knowing full well that I've broken my leg. My friends gather round me and try to keep my spirits up while wait for the ambulance to arrive. One friend, a nurse, is assessing the damage and keeping me from moving (not that I was planning on going anywhere).

All's well and good until the ambulance crew arrive. They take my details, ask what happened, and are fantastically professional in ignoring my ninja outfit, or the crowd of samurai around me (thankfully they'd sheathed their rubber swords). They get the pat slide out, and start to move me, when something horrific happened.

I felt a pop in my leg.

I mention this rather casually (endorphins are awesome), and the paramedics go rather pale and stare at my leg. The broken bone had moved and sliced an artery.

I'd been alright until that point, laughing with my mates and calling myself a stupid prat, but seeing the fear on the faces of the paramedics shook me to my core. I lost rather a lot of blood that night, but they did a sterling job of keeping me both alive and stable.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:39, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Noooo.
Bleeeeeeeuuuurgghhhhhhhh!
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:46, Reply)