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Long story short, kid tried to smash me in the head with a desk (with chair attached) today while I was writing something. While I tried to block it, but still had the pen in my hand, the weight of the desk bent my wrist and drove the pen 1/2 inch into my forearm. Then he took a swing at me which I blocked.
I then grabbed him, forced him on the floor and was holding him when cops arrived. I continued to hold him while the cop tried to cuff him, them somebody yelled, "Hey, somebody's bleeding."
Sure enough there was a 4" by 3" pool of deep red, thickly coagulated blood on the floor and blood was shooting from my forearm onto his face. Darn, arterial bleeding.
Blood everywhere.
I quickly grabbed some tissues, held them tight, then applied pressure and an ambulance was called. Bled for 2 hours. They stitched it up.
Damn, no lifting upper body for a few weeks.
The muscle is torn up, fuck it.
Legs!
I then grabbed him, forced him on the floor and was holding him when cops arrived. I continued to hold him while the cop tried to cuff him, them somebody yelled, "Hey, somebody's bleeding."
Sure enough there was a 4" by 3" pool of deep red, thickly coagulated blood on the floor and blood was shooting from my forearm onto his face. Darn, arterial bleeding.
Blood everywhere.
I quickly grabbed some tissues, held them tight, then applied pressure and an ambulance was called. Bled for 2 hours. They stitched it up.
Damn, no lifting upper body for a few weeks.
The muscle is torn up, fuck it.
Legs!
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