Oh. My. Crap. She cut herself. It was directly after a horrible, heated argument sparked by her uncle's crazy attention-whore wife taking a swipe at H's beloved stepdad. It was not a pretty scene. For a minute there i thought it was Thanksgiving, but it turned out that nope, it was Easter. Fah! Shit.
So... yeah. Not an incredibly great day.
Thankfully, it isn't horrible. Just one set of cuts* with her insulin needle's tip.
* it occurs to me that i haven't really described these patternistic cuts yet. They are usually 2-4 inches long, in parallel groups of maybe 6-10 or so. Occasionally they will be highly erratic, but usually they are unnervingly even. Not perfect, just a lot more even than one might expect. Straight. The group might be somewhat off-angle, as is usually the case, probably owing to the angle of application and handedness. So, they wind up looking like tally marks, only a little on the rough side, and written in blood. (And yes, it is pretty much exactly as creepy as it sounds, only one gets used to it after a while.)
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