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Yester-night, I returned from lunch to find a herd of teenage dudes asking me and the pharmacist for a band-aid. I asked what he needed it for and he turned around and said "this"
"This" was a two inch bleeding gash on the back of his head. The kids were all completely plastered and laughing about it especially the bleeding one. I asked how he did it and he told me someone broke a bottle on his head (at least he was honest). Crazier part is he wouldn't leave. I kept telling him he needed to get it stitched up and he kept asking if that was what he had to do. I then handed him some monster band aids and he asked if that would be enough. Make up your mind dude!! Do you want me to tell you to go to emegency or not?!?!
"This" was a two inch bleeding gash on the back of his head. The kids were all completely plastered and laughing about it especially the bleeding one. I asked how he did it and he told me someone broke a bottle on his head (at least he was honest). Crazier part is he wouldn't leave. I kept telling him he needed to get it stitched up and he kept asking if that was what he had to do. I then handed him some monster band aids and he asked if that would be enough. Make up your mind dude!! Do you want me to tell you to go to emegency or not?!?!