Originally Posted by After Shock Media

Oddly I was very calm and made a very small deal of it. Fiance came back towards the room as I got up and asked me if everything was ok. I said yeah but you will need to take me to the hospital, I cut myself somehow. She proceeded to sort of freak the fuck out when she saw just how much blood was there. Asked if we need to call 911 etc. I said nah just drive me up there and when we get their go inside and say you need help and a gurny. (faster than waiting for a damn ambulance).

I just so damn hate hospitals.