One time my doorbell rang in a panicked way, and when I opened the door a trembling girl around my own age was standing outside, holding up a bloodied hand to my face. She had cut herself on a shard of glass and was obviously not used to seeing blood - she was panicking quite a bit even though the cut wasn't that deep. I let her in and helped her to the sink to wash the blood off and make sure it was a clean cut. Since I like to live life on the edge I don't keep a first aid kit or anything at home, and was even fresh out of bandaids, so I gave her a makeshift bandaid out of tape and toilet paper () and told her to hold her hand up and keep pressure on the cut until the bleeding stops. She was all OH GOD I HOPE IT'S NOTHING SERIOUS and I was like geez.