A Lot of Stiches
I had a hideous gash on my left leg just below my knee when I was about 14. I screamed so loud that the neighbors heard me when it happened. I tried to get on my bike. Chain fell off. I fell off. My leg fell on the bolt in the middle of the tire holing the spokes together. When I pulled my leg off I could see to the bone. OUCH. I was in shock. So I felt nothing at the time.
At the ER the doctor stitching me up let my little brother help cut the stitches. He loved that.
So now I have this horrible scar on my leg and I hate when someone touches it because I can't feel anything. So of course my best friend always does when she sees it. :)