Narrative Essay About Getting Stitches

How scary does it feel to know that you have cut yourself open and you will be getting stitches? When I was seven I fell down the staircase and badly injured my head. It was a Saturday evening when me and my cousins were having a wonderful time playing hide and seek. It all started when we really got bored of playing football in my cousins backyard. I got an idea of playing hide and seek in the house. My parents and every adult in the house were fine with us playing inside the house, but with a rule that no one uses the upstairs as we were too young, and we could've gotten hurt. Everyone of my cousins including me agreed to the rule and we then started playing. For quite a while I wasn't getting tagged, so I was playing
As we started our next round I decided to go upstairs and hide in a rooms closet where no one can find me and I can scare them after a while. Everyone was tagged except me. They started looking for me downstairs, checked every closet, under the bed, in the restrooms and even the kitchen, and I was no where to be found. After few minutes I decided to go down and scare them. Too much excitement, got my foot to slip on the staircase and I fell head first. Falling down, only thing I remember seeing was my teddy bear which I landed on. From that moment on, everything turned into a disaster. As soon as I got up i felt my head warm and wet at the same time. That only got me to thinking that it was blood. I immediately began crying because I knew I had split my head open. Everyone in the living room heard my cry and ran right to the staircase including my cousins. No one had any clue how I got injured. Without thinking about how it happened my mom started cleaning the blood running down my forehead and said "we need to get him the the hospital right now". My dad got his car turned on and everyone in the house decided to come along with us to the hospital. After checking me up doctor told me that I had to get