Well, I was being stupid and careless (as usual ) and I had Icarus and Frisco on my bed at the same time. Not smart. I saw Frisco take a lunge for my precious little Icarus, so my first instinct was to bat him away while he was in midair.
After putting my arm in front of my Icarus to get Frisco away, he got confused and attacked me instead. He was ripping and tearing away at my wrist (You'd think I would have enough sense to pull away, but I was in shock) as I was screaming my head off uselessly.
When I finally got him off, I was still in shock, so it wasn't bleeding and I didn't feel any pain. When I came out of it, I started bleeding uncontrollably. It's been 3 days now, and it's still dripping blood.
So my mom wants to talk to her boyfriend (he's all first-aidy) and see if I need stitches. Uggh. I don't want stitches! I've never had to get stitches before in my entire life!
Yeah, so that sucks. And as usual, it is all my fault. Should have had one rat in his cage while the other was out. Nice going Jordan
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