Two weeks ago, I fell off the escalator to get out of bed, almost as high as the upper bed. After a while, I collapsed on the two chairs below. I got up, but my hand hurts, and I feel nothing else. It's okay to fall from such a high place, it's okay The stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
Later, I looked down at the ground and found that there was a lot of blood on the ground, only to find that my foot was injured, cut and bleeding. I thought it was nothing, but it was just a little blood. I have experienced this situation. There is nothing wrong, but the blood is still flowing. After a while, the floor was covered with blood. I immediately panicked and was particularly scared. Everywhere I went, from where I fell to the balcony to the bathroom, there was a river of blood. After I struggled to get dressed, I called my high school classmate (our same university). I called Didi.
After arriving at the hospital, she registered for me, asked me all kinds of questions, waited quietly with me, and asked the doctor for me after sewing the needle. Is there any food I should avoid during this time? Accompany me with injections, observe the time and so on.
Because I was injured, it was inconvenient to walk. The next morning, she asked me to bring breakfast (our dormitory is actually far away) and help me buy shoes of several sizes (there is a lot of gauze on my feet, so I can't wear my usual shoes). I heard that I plan to cook in the dormitory sometimes recently. She helped me to buy rice, noodles, eggs and sausages in the supermarket.
During this time, everything she did made me feel very moved.