I'll keep mine short and sweet.
Back in college, when I was playing pickup basketball at the campus wrec center, I was going for a loose ball on the court, but so was another guy. Both of us collided head to head trying to get the ball. I get up and feel the cold blood draining from my forehead right away. I walked over to the bench as quickly as I could to see if I had something in my bag to cover it. I asked my friend if he had something. He gave me his towel, which was actually a really nice bath towel(he was pissed at me after because the wrec center threw it away).
There was a mirror right next to where the drinking fountain was so I looked at my head and gawdamn I was bleeding everywhere. I looked at the floor where I walked and drops of blood were everywhere. While I'm sitting down being looked at by the wrec center staff near the entrance, everyone is starring at me because who the hell wouldn't. The staff asked me if they need to call an ambulance and I was like, fuck that, and my friend drove me to the nearest prompt care. I got either 8 or 9 stiches.
For awhile, my roommates called me Harry Potter because my scar looks kinda looks like the lightening bolt scar on his head. It's still there now, but my hair covers it most of the time.
That's it. It's not that crazy of a story, but whatever. Now I want to know what yours is.
