He just ran into one of Loup's trucks, almost fell. But instead he received the sharp end of the door in the face.
Blood. (I'm not being dramatic, huhu)
LOTS of blood!
The kids are still asleep, incredible!
I rush for a towel and ice, Martin's arch of the eyebrow has a bad cut!
I come back, sent him everything and feels like sick. My face's burning.
Martin's bleeding and I almost faint, I rush to the toilets, sick of the blood. painted the walls there (thank you Candy for the details, I know I know). Feeling really bad for not being able to help more just at this very moment!
Finally when I feel on top of the world again, like a ghost back from hell would feel, I call a taxi, Martin needs to go to hospital for some sewing we guess.
He leaves at 1.30am. Had the time to visit 2 hospitals. But he's back all sewed at 3.00am (not bad!)
People at the hospital did not believe Martin's story: a big guy, almost 2 meters tall, attacked by a red truck... nenene, that does not happen!
Anyway, after 2 days, Martin has less headaches and feels pretty well.
As for me, I worry a lot about my reaction in (more or less -lol-)extreme situations!
I've always wondered how I'd behave when things like that happen... well, now I know:
just don't hurt yourself when I'm around!
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