all I drink is juice

I fulfilled my Dramatic Injury quota by stabbing my hand with a knife at a birthday party. I was trying to open a nut with a long, flimsy (but fortunately dull) knife, it slipped, notched me in the palm and didn’t start to bleed for a few seconds. I stood up. “I need a bandaid,” I said. “Does it hurt?” asked Bakhtagul. “No,” I lied, swaying slightly, “it’s just bleeding a little.” That got the hostess and the birthday girl on the case, and they immediately took over for me, swabbing with iodine and wrapping my hand with a dramatic yet loose bandage. The iodine eventually leaked through the bandage, and stained my hand the color a cut apple turns after a couple hours. The iodine won’t wash off, and because it’s on the palm of my hand, bandaids fall off after a couple hours. The 9-hour wedding party last night did in a couple bandaids, and so when I was grabbed by surprise for the slow dances, the grabber got my hand and a loose bandaid. Ew.