I didn't think that I needed stitches, the cut was like two inches long. Not a big deal. It was about half of an inch deep. Alright, cool, it's not really bleeding that bad. My mother had a different idea.
I was riding my bike in the rain uphill. My leg hit the gear shift (older bike, the gear shifters are within leg range) and my treadless, soaking wet shoes slipped. I fell with my legs on either side of the top tube and coasted for about a yard. I didn't feel hurt, but my leg felt like it had been scratched. I decided that getting my bike off of the ground was more important that checking my leg out, so after I got my bike up I looked at my leg.

There are two of these bad boys on my bike. The previous owner used them to keep the water bottle holder on.
I put the cut leg (my right leg) on the left pedal of my bike and coasted down to my house to tell my mom that I wasn't going to play soccer any more. I had started shaking at that point and I could feel massive ammounts of adrenaline going through me. When we got into the car to go to the hospital I really wanted water for some reason.. I drank some and things were starting to go dark. I had not lost a lot of blood and I was not in pain. No idea why I almost passed out a few times.Like I said, I was not in pain. Not until I got injected with lidocaine. That was the worst pain. My doctor injected the area around my two cuts with it in multiple places and it burned.
It turned the area around my cuts white (as seen above).
I got four stitches on the outside and more that four on the inside of the cut.
I wasn't allowed to get it wet for 24 hours, so after that ammount of time I took a shower and took the bandage off.
There it is. And that's what I did over the weekend.