Stitches

     When I was about 6 or 7 years old my sister and I were playing tag inside (not a good idea). My sister was it and she was chasing me around my downstairs. I was looking behind me to see where she was when BAM! I ran into the door hinge. My ear was sliced at the top and gushing blood. My parents put a tower over my ear and we rushed over to the hospital. Then it seemed like only a couple minuets later I was lying in a bed, and a docter was standing next to me getting ready to put stitches in my ear. They didn't put me to sleep so I could feel every stitch that they put in my ear. Each stitch felt like an electrifying jolt that hurt terribly. I counted off 9 stitches. Then after that I went back home and relaxed.