Just rubbed some dirt in it and said a cool one liner tbh. No big deal.

I didn’t squeal in pain and run to the sink, shouting for my partner to bring tissues and plaster, and stand there holding it over the kitchen sink, saying “agh” to myself under my breath for 5 minutes because it wouldn’t stop bleeding, and they couldn’t hear me even though I could hear the smallest noises of them pottering about in the other room… I didn’t feel abandoned or alone with my pain