I was doing dishes, in a t-shirt and lace thong, when I dropped a glass. It landed on the edge of the sink and shattered, with many pieces hitting my legs. Mostly I just had some minor scratches, but there was one cut on my upper inner thigh that I was worried may need stitches. So I quickly taped some gauze over the cut, put on some loose pants, and drove myself to the emergency room.
The ER seemed pretty slow. I was immediately put in an exam bed surrounded by a curtain. I nurse came in and asked me what I was there for. I explained what happened and said I thought I might need stitches. She seemed bored and didn't even ask to look at my leg. "The doctor will be in soon to take a look," she said as she left.
A very young, cute doctor came in soon after. "Hi there, I'm Dr Jack. The nurse told me you have some cuts on your leg?"
"Yes, but really I am only concerned about one of them," I said, trying not to be flustered by his bright blue eyes.
Ok, well let's take a look," he said with a smile. "Can you roll of your pant leg for me?"
"Um, well actually it's on my upper thigh."
He blushed a little, apparently a little embarrassed. "Oh, ok, well can you take your pants off for me then?" He paused and blushed even more. "Um, I mean can you take your pants off so I can see the cut?"