"Bleeding!"

That sentence is still in my head until right now. The story began when I was still on the 2nd grade. I played with some of my friends. We ran and laughed together on the break time. Suddenly, something happened. I ran and my friend, Elshaan, stubbed me accidentally, and the other, Matthew, who was running, suddenly collided with me. I fell down and my forehead hit the paving block. My friends turned me and Elshaan said, "Bleeding!". Yes, my forehead was bleeding after hit the paving block. My friends woke me and tried to find help. My PE teacher was walking and shocked when he saw me with a forehead that full of blood. Immediately, he toted me and ran to brought me to the Medical Center. There, the nurse immediately closed the door and locked it, while a lot of students knocked that door, tried to come in and see.
After sometime, my mother came after she was being called by my form teacher. When she arrived, she smiled at me, because she saw that I was okay (in this context, okay means not crying, etc., but calm). So, the doctor told her that they have to brought me to the Boromeous Hospital. So, they brought me to the hospital for being stitched there. It was an unforgettable moment for me.