One cloudy night when I was in third grade, I was at my aunt's house spending the night. She was sleeping on the long dark gray couch in the living room, I was in the dining room sitting on a wooden chair bored, staring at the cream-colored walls. My aunt’s table was pretty messy so I was just looking on the table for little things to play with right when my aunt wakes up and says.

“ Don’t touch anything bumpkin! “

With her tired and annoyed voice. Bumpkin is what my aunt calls me so don’t get confused. Anyway knowing me I still continued to touch the stuff. After like five minutes I found this orange pen thingy. I started to play with it, my aunt is still sleeping. Then while I was playing with it I pressed the top of it with my left thumb, cautiously. Turns out it was an EpiPen. The pen needle through my thumb, blood dripping, me crying, my veins in that arm black, and my aunt waking up angry then realizes I was hurt. My mom was at work, so she couldn't help. Then my aunt calls the ambulance and my mom to let them know what happened. After the phone calls, she turns to me and says.

“ This wouldn't have happened if you weren't touching things “

A couple of minutes later the ambulance arrived with their red and blue lights flickering in the night in front of my aunt’s apartment building. They came upstairs, picked me up and left. While we were leaving they gave me a stuffed gray and white dog with a winter hat and a scarf on it. After that, we went to the truck and they took me to the hospital. After we arrived at the hospital my mom showed up about ten minutes later. 

“Are you okay?” she asked with her soft, scared voice and with a sad worried look.

“I’m fine,” I said looking away weakly

Then the nurse comes in and asks some questions about what happened and about my health. We answered truthfully with worried looks on our faces. I think I remember taking some medicine and then going home. After we went home, I went to sleep as it was around 11:30. The next couple of weeks my thumbnail was peeling off and it was purple and wrinkly. It grew back eventually. But after that I hated EpiPens I wouldn't even look at one. Now I know not to mess with things your not supposed to, or at least ask to touch something first.

That's my story.