|The cut is quite long.|
We bounced the ball around for another 20 minutes or so when my cell phone rang again. This time it was Prima Donna. Before she could say anything, I asked (somewhat impatiently), "Is this an emergency or can I call you later? We are in the middle of a volleyball game..."
Unfortunately, one of the things we forgot to pack for her apartment was a first aid kit. She found a small piece of fabric and some electrical tape and concocted a makeshift bandage. After she finally got the bleeding stopped, she sent me a couple of pictures.
We decided to wait it out and see how it looks in the morning, but I told her if she had been home, we would have been heading to the Instacare.
What do you think?