Blame it on me.
So, today, my class was going to a museum in the city and were asked to meet up there instead of meeting up in school. I'll cut it short for you. So most of my classmates and I were already there, waiting outside in the piss-cold weather. While waiting for the rest of the class to arrive, we decided to play a little to keep ourselves warm. Keep in mind that it's like negative 10 Celsius / 14 degrees Fahrenheit outside, and we were supposed to wait for about another twenty minutes.
The game we decided to play is a children's game we we basically just sing as we stand in a circle while the "it" walks around until the song stops. Then the "it" would have to pick out someone to run with before circling the whole circle to take the empty place.
So I was the "it", and I had pointed out a girl to run with me - we're pretty good friends -, when she suddenly fell on the ice, face first. I quickly ran to her, and pulled her up, only to come to the realization that she was bleeding like hell. Her teeth had punctured her lip as a pretty big gash was opened on her chin. And she was bleeding all over.
And it was at that moment, everything just crashed on me and I just kept shouting at myself mentally scolding and blaming myself as I remained silent. It was my fault. I was the one who picked her out, and if I hadn't she wouldn't have fallen and began bleeding like that.
I was pulled aside as I was being rather useless while just standing there while my classmates were quick to help her. However, as I finally realized how serious the situation actually was - because she started to complain about being dizzy and nauseous, signs that could mean concussion - I guess I just started to freak out. My anxiety was being a as I suddenly got an episode, and my teacher - who I had told about my condition - immediately knew what was happening so he just pulled me aside and assured me that it wasn't my fault.
After I had calmed down and stuck to my teacher, he finally informed me that the girl was sent to the ER, given three stitches and had to be there for a couple hours for further checkups before she was sent home again.
And... she sits behind me in class, and I have no idea how I am going to face her. I feel extremely guilty still because what happened could easily have turned into something worse. I take all responsibility in it all and... I just feel really guilty.
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