The Gushing Finger
My finger was gushed in blood. “What if all the blood comes out of my hand” I cried. Blood was everywhere. I cut my finger. The cut was so bad I thought I might pass out. The wood was still stuck in my finger as covered it with a bandage. Then I decided to uncover the bandage and take the wood out. My whole hand was practically covered in blood. My grandpa got me some water to poor over my hand like firemen putting out a fire. We rushed to the hospital and then we bumped a car but my grandpa kept driving.
“Grandpa what are you doing?” I said in amazement.
“Anything for you” he said.
“I’m not sure he’s too happy” I said.
“You gotta do what you gotta do” he said
“What about our swing set?” I asked
“I’ll make sure I finish it and you'll be riding it in no time” he said
I felt my finger pump blood into the soaked up rag. When I unwrapped my finger I felt like a dog coming out of a cage after the family had been gone for a while.
My finger was gushing like niagra falls.
We were cruising along and the car came to a halt but my grandpa didn’t stop on the break.
“The car ran out of gas” he said
“What are we going to do?” I said scarcely
“I’m calling someone right now” he said in anger
After 20 minutes of waiting someone came and we were on the road before we knew it.
We stopped for food on the way they're and we got panda express. I usually get orange chicken but instead I got a salad just because wanted something healthy and that wa it. My finger stopped bleeding but they're was a nasty cut and I didn’t want it to get infected. We were on the highway because that was the quickest way to the doctor. About 15 minutes went bye and we exited the highway and we were at the hospital. We waited nearly a minute before we got to the emergency room.
They examined my finger and finally put bandages on my finger.
“There's like 200 bandages on my finger” I said as I examined it.
Later that night I dreamed about how my finger would turn out if it was a cut and how it would heal
My finger was gushed in blood. “What if all the blood comes out of my hand” I cried. Blood was everywhere. I cut my finger. The cut was so bad I thought I might pass out. The wood was still stuck in my finger as covered it with a bandage. Then I decided to uncover the bandage and take the wood out. My whole hand was practically covered in blood. My grandpa got me some water to poor over my hand like firemen putting out a fire. We rushed to the hospital and then we bumped a car but my grandpa kept driving.
“Grandpa what are you doing?” I said in amazement.
“Anything for you” he said.
“I’m not sure he’s too happy” I said.
“You gotta do what you gotta do” he said
“What about our swing set?” I asked
“I’ll make sure I finish it and you'll be riding it in no time” he said
I felt my finger pump blood into the soaked up rag. When I unwrapped my finger I felt like a dog coming out of a cage after the family had been gone for a while.
My finger was gushing like niagra falls.
We were cruising along and the car came to a halt but my grandpa didn’t stop on the break.
“The car ran out of gas” he said
“What are we going to do?” I said scarcely
“I’m calling someone right now” he said in anger
After 20 minutes of waiting someone came and we were on the road before we knew it.
We stopped for food on the way they're and we got panda express. I usually get orange chicken but instead I got a salad just because wanted something healthy and that wa it. My finger stopped bleeding but they're was a nasty cut and I didn’t want it to get infected. We were on the highway because that was the quickest way to the doctor. About 15 minutes went bye and we exited the highway and we were at the hospital. We waited nearly a minute before we got to the emergency room.
They examined my finger and finally put bandages on my finger.
“There's like 200 bandages on my finger” I said as I examined it.
Later that night I dreamed about how my finger would turn out if it was a cut and how it would heal