Ohhhhhhh owwwwww... that does look a bit icky.
A few family injuries..
Sister - on her first little motorbike - hit on the bonce by a pheasant. (It did not make it, my DF went out later and collected it for dinner!! Ahh.. rural life, he was more concerned with where to find the corpse than her, when she rang to tell him) - she came off the bike, landed hard on both hands.
Got back on, carried on with her day (day trip to london on the train), got back to home city, realised wrists still REALLY hurting, worse than they had shortly after the crash... went to A&E - both wrists broken.
Me - got bitten by the dog I walked, long story short really not the dogs fault, combination of horrible training and my lack of knowledge at the time. Big hole in my forearm, went to hospital, told Mother (thats how long ago this was!) could she come and collect me as our A&E nowhere near where I lived and several bus rides but was on her way home and she often worked there too...
She came into A&E where I was sat waiting, huffing and puffing and declared 'It had better be a really BIG HOLE'... So i took blood soaked tea towel off to show her... and she hit the bloody deck in a dead faint!
So then she had all the nurses and porters she knew (she was a contractor working around the hospital site regularly) fussing over her - whilst I sat there with a gaping wound in my arm... for 6 more hours.
It was a very big hole. I still have the scars today. Anyway she declared she was fit to drive, took me home... and I made us stop at the dogs house so I could let him out for a wee as I knew he'd not been out. He came to the door with a squeaky carrot for me, I'd like to think by way of apology but I do actually know better. My darling parent... sat in the car, so as not to be near the savage beast (Old English Sheepdog).