I work as mechanic for CAT heavy mining equipment.
I usually speak to the machines that arrive at the workshop when it's my turn to work on them.
A few days ago while working on one of them I tried to work faster by mounting complete modules instead of assembling them piece by piece, then a piece of metal punched through my protective clothing over my forearm. After removing the piece, I continued working. When I was done, I pulled my sleeve up and saw the bleeding wasn't stopping, so I went to the company's doctor but he wasn't available. So went back to my post grabbing my arm, to reduce the bleeding. Then an old mechanic saw me and asked what was the matter; after explaining my injury and showing the blood, he said "wait a moment" and went to his tool case, he returned with a synthetic towel for oil leaks and some duct tape, he proceeded to wrap it around the wound. The bleeding stopped. Then he said " In cases of absolute emergency we fix hydraulic hoses like this, if the oil pressure is not too high or the leak is not to big". Then he told me I should be more careful and went back to his tasks. I was amazed, he patch me up as if I was one of the machines we fix. While continuing my job I spoke to the giant dump truck that stabbed me, and said: "Forgive my insolence spirit of the machine, I shall perform the repairs as the ritual commands."