What happened to me

On the last summer day of being in shanghai before I move to Taiwan permanently, my friend for 11 years called my early in the morning. The irritating ring of the phone seem to have been amplified a hundred times, it may have been due to my grumpiness in the morning and also because I stayed up too late the day before playing with my friends. However I knew it was going to be call I had to pick up. As I slowly dragged my half asleep body out of   the blankets and off my bed the ring stopped. I looked up expecting to find the reason why and I heard form down the stairs "PATRICK ITS FOR YOU! ITS TEDDY". I rubbed my eyes and got up on my feet and started to walk toward the phone.
"Hey" I answered
"You free to come to my house?" said teddy cheerfully
"Yeah I think so. When?" I replied with a tired voice
"Great, ummmm, before noon so we can eat lunch?" he asked
"Ok, see you then" I said as I hanged up the phone and heard it click
I took a glance at the clock and it was already 10:25, no time to waste got to get out of the house soon if i want to make it to his house in time. I ran back into my room and got some clothes to change into, and then went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower. Then I ran back into my room to see what I needed to take with me. I grabbed what i needed and ran down the stair skipping steps on the way down to save time. With record breaking time i put on my shoes, tied the laces, and got my bike ready to go. As I walked out the door I yelled back into the house with all the air in my lungs making sure my parents would hear me "I AM GOING TO TEDDY'S HOUSE!". No reply. I didn't care and I slammed the door shut. Waiting impatiently for the elevator that was stuck on the third floor to come up I jumped up to reach the ceiling, feeling as if i have achieved something great every time I touched it. The elevator finally got up to my floor and as it opened a stench of rotten left overs and bathroom garbage filled the hall. I coughed and took a deep breath hoping that it would last for a decent of 17 floors. 15, 14,13,12...it numbers seemed to slow down and so did everything else around me, air was escaping my lungs. I closed my eyes and hear the elevator door open with a *ding* and I ran out of the elevator without my bike taking in fresh air. Then I turned back got my bike and went out the front door. I bike all the way to Teddy's house without stopping, not even at red lights. I got to his house just in time for lunch and by that time I was starving form the biking. I chatted with  his family and finished early so we could have more play time.
We decided to go to the sallow pool in his compound due to the heat, and we played catch with a football in the pool. We had lots of fun running around getting hurt here and there but nothing that big, or at least that is what we thought. As we walked out of the pool he noticed a trail of red fluid leading to were I stood. I first I screamed thinking that i have stepped on a small animal, but as I lifted my foot i screamed because there was a 1 cm by 3 cm open wound on my the bottom of my right foot. Crimson red colored blooded was seeping out of the wound like water out of a faucet. For some weird reason I didn't feel pain of any sort but both of us were freaking out and panicking. He ran to get tissue form the nearest bath room and I used it to wrap the wound. Both of use being optimistic thought it was just a normal wound, and no stitched were needed, and so I went on my second date of the day with another friend of mine, Anthony. We met at a mall 15 minutes away from Teddy's house for dinner and we hanged out all night until it was time for me to go home. I biked home and happily rode the now clean and sweet smelling elevator up to my floor. I opened the door and the first thing I said to my mom was "I stepped on something in the pool today, it made a pretty big wound and I was bleeding pretty bad, but it didn't hurt so I guess its OK. I am going to go take a shower". My mom stared at me and when I was in the shower i look at my wound with more detail and I still thought it was nothing. I showed my mom and she freaked out like Teddy and I did. She quickly got alcohol patches and began to rub them in to my wound. I scream like i have never screamed before and my sister called a taxi because my mom thought that I need to get stitches, which I thought was ridiculous. However we still went to the hospital, 11 at night in the ER, and the doctor looked at the wound and said "Yup definitely need stitches." My world seemed to fall around me piece by piece. The pain was what I was thinking about. The doctor pulled out a needle full of aesthetics and shoved it into my wound pulling it out and injecting it again in different areas to make sure i couldn't feel anything. However he didn't think about how painful the needles were, they were a lot of pain more than I could have imagined. Then he performed the stitched one by one I could feel the cold steel needles go in and out of my meat the thread following it. It was an excruciating experience and one I would no like to experience again.
From this I learned to be more cautious and to know when to stop and be serious about an injure, not waiting 7 hours after the injury first occurred.