Blood Everywhere

I walked down the stairs to see my brother walking around with a bow in his hand. I had a hat on that looked like an apple on my head. My brother picked up a fish tank cleaner and loaded the bow. The fish tank cleaner was long. One end had two claws; the other end had two sides. One side was a sponge, the other side was a scrubby, and the top was a double-sided blade. My brother was aiming above me when he accidentally let go of the string. It felt like slow motion as the cleaner came towards me. I saw my brother’s face, the cleaner coming at my nose, and its intended target, my nose. Suddenly, my nose opened up like the Red Sea. Half of the basement floor was covered with blood. I didn’t cry, I didn’t even feel my nose or the blood coming down my face. The bleeding wouldn’t stop; the blood covered my hands, clothes, and shoes.
At the doctor’s office, I wouldn’t let them put a long needle in me. They had to get five nurses to hold me down. I still got free. I wouldn’t yield to the needle. They sent me to the hospital to get my nose glued. I was the first to have to get glued, and the first to have the doctor’s thumb stuck to me. The glue did its job and more. I almost had to bring the doctor home with me.