When I was five, my sister busted my head open. So, here's a short story. We were jumping on the couch, pulling on the curtains, and all of a sudden, we were fighting over my tablet. She pushed me off the couch, I hit my head on the coffee table that was already broke, then hit my head on the floor, which caused my head to bust open. Little droplets of blood came out, so I went to my mom, crying, like screaming, crying, and I got rushed to the ER to get my head glued. It was like the glue was on there for three weeks. And I don't know if my sister got in trouble, which I'm pretty sure she didn't.