7 Stitches: A Short Story

Strands of red disappearing from existence, Calvin witnessed Amos slip from the yeti's life-snatching swipe, and its ensuing thunderous howl rattled the frozen stiff air. Fists flung against the ground, dispersing a crystal storm across its surroundings that played a jarring, fickle-noted song against the ice. The yeti swung its body in a semicircle before stampeding towards Calvin, its currant-stained, sawtooth teeth festering for a single tear at his flesh. And claws click-clacked at a spine-chilling speed while screeching across the field like nails on a chalkboard.

Loki's face looked even more god-like under the glow of the christmas lights.  It was very strange for the Norse god to have wanted to experience christmas, but Olivia went along with it seeing as she had quite the crush on Loki.  Something about his green eyes and black hair had drawn her in from the moment she met him.  The way he carried himself with confidence and his mischievous smirk made her weak.  For him, it was the perfect combination.

Slice pulled himself of the wall, stared at the both of them and said in a fuck it tone of voice.

I also remember waking up during the process of cleaning the cut out and I look up at three doctors around me and I see four green sheets around my leg where the cut was. I looked at the cut and I remember seeing into the cut and I saw that the cut was so deep that I saw this white looking tissue. After they were done putting in the stitches I didn’t remember anything else. What I do remember is when it was time to pull out the stitches my mom sat me down on our living room couch and she grabbed my leg and she had tweezers in her other hand and she untwined the stitches and pulled all four of the stitches out. I remember the smallest and last stitches hurt the worst. If I can try to explain the feeling of it, it feels like you're just pulling your skin off. All that's left of this experience is a weird looking scar and I can't feel anything there. I tried pushing down really hard with my nail and I didn’t feel anything but now there is a lining of where my finger nail pushed

I had no idea how I got to the operation room from the pre-op room or from the operation room to the post-op room. All I knew was that when I woke up I was in the post-op room. It took me awhile to fully wake up, as I was in and out of a haze for a few minutes. Once I was truly awake, I realized that my right foot was now in a boot and that it was also elevated. The nurse asked me if I was in any pain and if I needed anymore medication. After I said that I was fine, she took me to a separate room where my mother was waiting. While in this room, another nurse came in to ask me if I would like anything to drink or eat. Once I answered, she left and came back with apple juice and animal crackers. It was now around five o’clock and everything was coming to an end; we were almost ready to go home. To get me from the room down to the ground level and to the car I had to ride in wheelchair. This was my first time being in one myself. My mom and I had prepared for me possibly feeling out of sorts and not wanting to sit upright in the car on the way home. So, we packed blankets and pillows. After the whole backseat was ready and I was situated, we started home. On our way, we stopped once to get a sandwich for me because I was still hungry from not eating much that day.

My shirt is drenched in blood, my head is spinning like a top on a tilted surface, and I have a sharp pain coming from my left ear. I don’t really know what’s going on, the last thirty seconds were sort of a blur, but I do recall being on the 18th hole playing golf with my friends, and thinking about how funny it would be to put sand on my friends ball as he tees off.

Have you ever had stitches on your forehead?I never thought I was tough as a little girl, but this incident changed my mind. The funny thing is I ran into a corner twice. You would think I would have learned the first time, but I didn’t. The first time I had to get stitches I was seven, and then two years later, I had to get them gain. I had a total of ten stitches on my forehead.

For 14 hours, I laid awake in surgery as this wonderful woman removed rocks and dirt from the interior portions of my face and sewed it back together again, piece by piece. I sat there and screamed out in agony as an oral surgeon shoved my teeth back into place, and I blacked out as she set the broken bones in my jaw. But that wasn’t the worst part.

Many people think I'm weird. Full of retarded shit. But I ain't as weird as the guy next door. I'm a laugh, the line people cross and the wave people ride. I blabber on and am a wreck-lace case but without the spark there is no flame. I am the person of people's nightmares or their dreams. I am the same as good and bad. I may not be as good looking as those you want to be with but what I am cheeky and full of heart. If you don't like me well the life you own has run into my nightmare. Because those who know me know I am a ball of

I was sitting in the Emergency room wondering if I was going to need stitches. For what you ask, well here’s the story.

They ordered x-rays for my hand and prescribed pain medication. The doctor made a cast for my whole arm and hand. It stretched from around my elbow and went around all my fingers. The process of making a cast is interesting. They dip these thick fabric strips into plaster, then lay it onto your body and when it hardens the cast just stays on your skin. We then had to drive to a different hospital where they would do walk-in appointments for x-rays. I surprisingly didn’t have to wait for hours to see a doctor at this hospital. It was only about a 10 minute wait until I was called. A nurse x-rayed my wrist/hand area over the cast and told my family and I to wait until a doctor could look at the results. An hour later another nurse came out and said they had to redo the x-rays because they were taken over the cast. This time the nurse took the cast off, places my arm on top of the machine, and left the room to take the x-ray. She then came back and put another cast on. I returned to the waiting room, thoroughly annoyed that it had to be done twice. We waited again for a doctor to come out and tell us what was broken. The doctor finally arrived and explained to my family that I had broken three fingers, a bone in my hand, and my

My story begins on a hot summer afternoon. My sister and I were having a conversation about sewing

I was bleeding from everywhere because I had 3rd degree burns on my face, up my nose and in my ears. My boss had someone come running over with towels soaked in water and packed with ice. He wanted to try and help alleviate the pain by covering my face with the towels and ice. He had already sent someone to get a vehicle so he could rush me to the hospital emergency room. I can still hear myself screaming in agony from the pain of the burns and the damage to the nerves in my face. We got to the emergency room in what seemed like forever, but was less than ten minutes. I just wanted it to be

Considering that my dad is a surgeon, he realized that the bloody wound was in need of immediate attention. Soon, me and my worried and concerned parents were at the Emergency Room at St. Joseph’s Hospital. They put me in a small, sterile smelling exam room. I think it was here that it all hit me. I worried that from now on I will always be scared of dogs. I worried that my face would look weird. I worried about it hurting. I worried about what people at school would think about my face. I

When I was sixteen I learned a valuable lesson. I have always been a person very easily gets attached to babies. In my family, every time there is a new born baby I will be the first one to want to meet him/her and hold them. It was during summer vacation from school and I had nothing to do. Summers were always boring and I was always looking for something to do in order to distract myself from the abysmal dullness the summer time brought. My cousin had a two year old baby boy, and no surprised, I had grown to love him very much. My cousin had called my mother to ask if she could take care of Anthony, my baby cousin, while she went to the doctor to take care of herself. My mom did not hesitate one second to accept to take care of Anthony. I was determined to get out of my house and do something different, so I almost begged my mom to