We spent last night at the emergency room. We have a fish named Fredrick (Fred for short), and he lives in a large glass bowl. Curtis went to pick up the bowl by the lip, and the bowl just shattered taking Curtis' poor fingers with it. Curtis and I both have a tough time with blood. In fact I was sitting in the bedroom when I heard the crash of the shattered glass and possibly a few curse words. I came out to see Curtis leaned over a pool of dripping blood, shattered glass and water everywhere. Also Fred laying lifeless on the floor. I, as previously mentioned, do not do well with blood. In fact I have fainted many times do to my own bloody injuries. So having to help my husband was a challenge, but then Curtis wanted me to pick up FRED! I couldn't do it. Curtis with three bloody fingers picked up Fred and saved him. Thinking of others before himself. It was after that when Curtis became pale as a ghost, not to mention me, pale as a ghost. So we called Jaron, Curt's personal ambulance and made it to the hospital. 15 stitches later and and his fingers heavily bandaged he walked away fine with a good story.
Sorry for the disgusting images. I'm weak just typing this.
PS. If you don't know Curtis well then you don't know that he took a chainsaw to the knee about three years ago. I see a pattern of accident proneness. Pictures of that to come upon request.