This is Mike

This is Mike's story (as told by Francesca):

Dear Svea,

I made a friend last Friday. His name is Mike, and I'm going to try and tell you his story although it may not be as good as his version. You may have to re-write it to make it sound better.

Mike was biking as a kid, down a really steep hill near his house. At the bottom of the hill was a sharp turn, a construction site, and a layer of wet cobbled stones. Mike was going fast down the hill, and, not slowing down enough to make it round the corner, he did a sort of swerve, and somehow managed to fall off the bike, landing head first on the stones. From there, things come in threes... The car coming towards him managed to see him, stop and get out without hitting him, and he had a mobile phone to ring an ambulance (this was a few years ago!); Standing in the middle of the construction site was the project manager who also happened to be the first aid guy, so he ran and got his kit and was able to provide care; Walking down the hill was a nurse just finished her shift. Between them, Mike was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance, where he was given 5 stitches. This part's not so nice... The anaesthetist wasn't able to get the anaesthetic in properly, so Mike had five injections, with very little pain relief, although apparenlty this wasn't such an issue because he'd lost half of his tooth and so was much more focused on the pain from the exposed nerve in his mouth. Aaaaaagh!!

I listened to the entire story before asking if I could take a photo of his scar. As I was taking his picture, I wanted him to relax, so he kept talking, that kind of nervous babble where you change subject and mix ideas and so on. All I really remember from it is something about the nurse telling the construction guy to make sure he was wearing gloves, but I managed to get this photo, and I hope it works for your site.