When I was a really little kid I split my head open a lot. Seems I didn't develop that instinct to stick my arms out in a fall till later, when I started breakin' arms.
I can still remember the ~sound~ of the bones moving when the doctors re-set my arm after the horse fall. ~slide-grind-thunk~
That night my arm began to swell inside the cast. Now THAT was excruciating. Had to go back to ER and have them split the cast. Few days later they re-plastered it.
No suckin' chest wounds here either.
I got goosebumps reading that. I can't even begin to imagine how badly that had to have hurt.