My First Stitches

By Sebastian

One day on my summer vacation, Matt Andrew called and asked me to go to his house, I said "All right, I'll be up there in a minute."

I rode my bike up to his house and when I got to his house, he was playing Basketball and I joined him. Later, he lowered the hoop and I had an idea. I was going to imitate Coby Bryant and slam dunk just like him. So there I was, with the ball in my hands. I ran, jumped and "BOOM!" I dunked and scored, but something was wrong. I noticed that the hoop was falling over me. Suddenly I felt this needle like thing go into my hand when I realized, "BOOM!" again, I slammed my hands on the street. "The hoop was pressing my hands against the street!" I said. Matt was terrified; he had a pale face and was in shock. I was so scared that I just pulled of my hand and my knuckles hurt. Then the worse thing happened, I saw a whole bunch of blood come out of my hand, I turned my hand around and I see a big, deep cut and I thought right away that it was the nail or needle like thing that went into my hand. When I pulled my hand out, it just made a huge cut. My hands were totally covered with dark red blood. I was on my way to wash my hands and Matt calls " Hey Stan (which is my nickname,) help me put the hoop back up again!" I came back and both of us pushed it up.

I went in opening doors and my friend cleaning up all the blood on the knobs. I washed up and his dad helped me put on bandages. Then I was going to take a seat on the couch, Matt told me with a weird face, "dude your pale." And then I didn't see anything else and when I woke up I saw Matt and he said "dude, you fainted and hit your head on a doorknob." I said "whoa! That dram was scary," Matt helped me up and I got to the couch and sat down and said, "it wasn't a dream." We watched a pretty scary movie and then I had to go home.

I said "hey why doesn't Matt take my bike down the hill because we live close and your dad takes me in the car" and they both said, "OK."

I got home and my dad asked, " What happened?" so I told him that I was playing basketball and jumped and got injuredš I was so glad that he understood very well that it was an accident. My dad took me to the doctor and the doctor said, "HHMM, that does not look good, oh I know, lets clean your hands and let's stitch you up!" I yelled NOOOOO, but anyway, they made me sink my hand in iodine, it felt pretty weird as my hands went down into the brown liquid, I felt that it itched more than anything in the whole world did. Then the doctor stitched my hand but I couldn't see when he was working on my hand cause there was a paper to stop the blood from spilling on the carpet. Later, when he said " all done." I was so happy. It didn't hurt a bit. I went back home and took care of it because my stitches could cut off. Well, now I know to look at the rim before slam-dunking.