It all started back in summer camp 2025 (so not that long ago). So at this camp, it was just before sunset, and it was free time. So I decided to walk up a little hill that overlooked the camp's field and chuck a whole bunch of frisbees from that hill toward the field since no one was using them and no one told me I couldn't. I regret doing this more than any other thing in my life. Because one of the frisbees that I chucked hit a kid on the back of the head while he was playing soccer. I hear a different kid from down the hill yell "who threw that frisbee" and ran down to find my little brother BY SOME INSANE F**KING COINCIDENCE grabbing onto his head and aching in pain. (thankfully) the infirmary was just across the field, so I grabbed him and started walking him there, seeing that he was bleeding intensely, like, with more blood than I've ever seen in my life. Once we get to the infirmary, the doctors are trying to call 911 and help out my brother, whose face was now drenched in blood, up to the point where he had to spit blood out because it kept on getting into his mouth. Meanwhile I'm having a panic attack and banging the walls as the nurse VERY HELPFULLY starts telling me, "it's not your fault".
Anyway the bleeding eventually slowed down and the ER came to pick him up. Still, it was HELL waiting for him to come back. Apparently the scar was only like an inch away from hitting a vital nerve (which, again, VERY HELPFUL to know) and he got staples in his head, which apparently are a lot more literal than you think they. Anyway he's good now, even though I'm probably not
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