I had just taken a volleyball straight to the nose. My glasses had flown off and I was disoriented. The game paused and my team gathered around me asking if I was ok.
It hurt, but less than I had thought it would. I was more concerned with making sure my glasses didn't break.
While I was inspecting them, one of my teammates noticed that I had a small cut on the bridge of my nose and it was bleeding. I couldn't even tell.
Because I couldn't see where the cut was, I asked one of my teammates to put the bandaid on me. It shocked me just how intimate it was to be cared for. I doubt my teammate remembers it as clearly as I do (if at all), but I think this won't be something I forget
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