i’m imagining it right now. you can’t stop that.
My 7yr old had her blood drawn a few days ago. While waiting to brush her teeth, she looked at the bandage on her arm (covering a long-since-healed puncture).
"Sometimes I imagine that this little hole is still bleeding, and that this [bandage] is filling up with blood."
"Don’t imagine that. You’re going to gross yourself out," my wife replies.
"I’m imagining it right now. You can’t stop that."