"My Fall"

One day I fell and I got a cut on my forehead. The cut looked as though a 1” nail had punctured my head. Blood started to spurt out. A stranger came to my assistance. She called 911. I stood there, wanting to cry, but couldn’t because my 12 yrs old daughter was looking on petrified. I didn’t know how bad the situation looked as I tried to stop the bleeding, but couldn’t. In less than no time at all, my coat, jeans and sneakers were drenched. There was a puddle of blood at my feet. The lady who assisted me, asked, if I wanted to sit because she said for the amount of blood loss I should be feeling faint. I felt fine but was scared, as I thought about all the people, that I knew who fell, hit their heads, then died.