Immediately, I stepped over to the sink and ran cold water over the cut for several minutes. I felt nauseous as I watched the blood mingle with water from the faucet, forming a ruby-red river as it went down the drain.
“I need a towel,” I called toward the living room. Evidently, John heard the alarm in my voice, and came to investigate.
“You cut yourself?” he asked, looking into the sink. “Let me see.”
I fought back tears as my ex-paramedic husband examined my wound. I had a lot to do that day, and a trip to the ER for stitches just wasn’t in my plans.
I was relieved when John announced that the"