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he wasn't. he was all complaining about having to go to the hospital and bleeding all over the place. I fell back on some old first aid training and I go "there is no WAY you have to go to the hospital. So I took him inside and washed off all the blood. He was cut up pretty bad, when I saw some of the cuts I was like 'ok, we're going to the hospital'. so we got him in my van and me and my friend jimmy drove over. The entire way there (about 5 minutes) he kept saying that he was feeling really cold and faint, so jimmy told him we were gonna stop at Wendy's on the way and he started crying. He needed a bunch of stitches.

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