BB Gun

Last night some of us went up to Christopher's cabin to sleep. No one could find the keys for the cabin after we were up there yesterday morning to clean so we had to climb through the windows that we'd fortunately left open. When we woke up in the morning we were hungry, but we hadn't brought food for breakfast. We drove back down to Christopher's house and mixed up some pancakes, and brought along some eggs, peanut butter, applesauce (of course) and syrup. Then we drove back up to the cabin to eat breakfast. It was about 11:53 by the time we got back there. Not exactly breakfast time anymore, but we still wanted to eat breakfasty foods. Jonathan climbed in the window and I started handing the food items in to him. Tim was playing around with Christopher's BB gun as he had been for the entire previous day. He was aiming for the pile of paper plates we'd brought up to the cabin and shot just as I let my hand fall after passing something to Jonathan. Tim accidentally shot my finger with the BB. I was surprised at first, but immediately knew what it was. I said "ow" right away and that's when Tim and Jonathan realized what happened. I was a bit afraid to look, but finally realized I should. I pulled it out from where I'd hid it in my sleeve and saw a big bubble of blood pooling on my right pinky. The ring-finger beside it started to swell up too. Tim ran around to the van to get Jonathan's first aid kit. Jonathan, sticking his head out the window, asked to see it and I held my hand up to him. Then I started feeling a little like I do when I get blood tests so I sat down on a stone below the window. Tim came back around the side of the cabin and started looking through the first aid kit. Then next thing I knew I was in my elementary school playground and there were kids screaming and yelling. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I started to run. Then I tripped, fell in a hole, gave a huge jerk and yelled "whoa!" Tim and Jonathan then told me, in rather urgent voices, to lay back down. It was then that I realized I had just fainted. Tim was still crouching beside the first aid kit and Jonathan had somehow got behind me to make sure I hadn't hit my head when I'd keeled straight over. For a few milliseconds I still wasn't really sure what had happened and I lay back down to figure things out. Tim let me know that I was deathly white (not sure how I can get more white than I usually am, but apparently it's possible) while he cut some gauze off a roll and held it to my finger. The thought of all the blood from my hand that Tim was holding up in the air draining back down into the rest of my body kind of made me feel sick again, but I stayed lying down and tried not to think about it. Tim fastened some gauze onto my bleeding finger with that white tape stuff and I started feeling better. Tim finally gave me the go-ahead to sit up a bit. I carefully sat up while Jonathan and Tim hovered around nearby to see if I was about to faint again. After a few more minutes Tim said I should come inside while he and Jonathan made me some food. Tim got inside the cabin and Jonathan waited outside while I managed crawling through the window. Then I rearranged my sleeping bags and blankets and laid down to wait for breakfast to be made. Tim kept telling me to let them know if I was feeling like fainting again, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't faint again. (I'll finish the post later...we're going back up to the cabin for supper.)