Short Fingers

I went to the doctor with my uncle for a follow up on his finger. He got a piece of it ripped off at his job. I don't know why, but for some reason I couldn't stop laughing when I saw his finger. I wasn't laughing at the fact that he got hurt or at the fact that for the rest of his life his finger is going to have a missing piece. I think it was more of a nervous laugh. I laugh when I get nervous. All I could think about was how much it was going to hurt when they tried to take the stiches out.

It looks gross.