Fio has a black stitch in her cheek that looks like a stray whisker.
Fio feels like an idiot. She came home late from an RWA meeting Tuesday night, walked upstairs in the dark, and tripped on a pair of rolled rugs she had forgotten were in the hall. Down she went, landing on the Bowflex, puncturing her cheek.
What if she bled out? What if something vital had been damaged? She needed to go to the Emergency Room fast!
Husband had already taken his evening pills and couldn't wake up, so Fio, ever resourceful, taped a multiply-folded paper towel across her wound and drove herself to the hospital.
A tetanus shot, a quick stitch, miles of paperwork to fill out, and she was home within two hours. The stitch comes out tomorrow.
Uh--you do understand that the cheek she is referring to is on her face, don't you?
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