Dad’s Face Went Pale
I was about 7 years old, and we were playing in the dark at Grandma’s house. I don’t remember the exact reason, but I popped into the game a little late, and was waiting on my brother or cousin to come rushing around the house, and I was set to beat them back to base.
As they came running around the corner, I turned and started to run. I didn’t pay attention to where I was, and tripped on the wire supporting a newly planted tree. I fell to the ground, my wrist landing on a rock. I didn’t know exactly what happened, but I do know it hurt. Badly.
Run to Mom and Dad, bawling my eyes out. Dad took one look and his face went pale. So, off to the hospital we went. In the emergency room, Dad tells the admissions nurse, “We need to see a doctor, my son broke his arm.”
She got a little huffy, and says back something along the lines of “What makes you so sure?” Then Dad lifted the damp towel that was covering my arm, and it was immediately apparent. She just started repeating “Oh my God!”
Dad had to calm her down so I wouldn’t start freaking out again. I don’t know how much more force it would have taken, but it was a radial fracture of the two bones in my forearm, nearly compounded. I still remember seeing a couple bumps on my arm, but not much else. Source: Reddit/ElmerTheAmish