When I was around 8, a neighborhood kid was swinging around a light pole, just a plain metal pole but it had the wirenut box attached to the side about a foot from the ground, which he was standing on while spinning.
His foot slipped, the corner of this box ripped his ankle open, cut right up from the top of the shoe about 6 inches into his lower calf/ankle.
He screamed and ran home, blood pouring everywhere. Saw him a few days later with massive stitches and bruising all over his leg. Wasn’t as bad as it looked, but fuck me it still makes me wince thinking of my ankle being sliced by a dull metal corner by weight and gravity alone.
Two guys I played rugby with collided in a game.
One dude got a tooth knocked out, the other guy got it stuck in his forehead.
Like, stuck in his head, I tried to pull it out and couldn’t. So the guy who lost the tooth drove the other guy to the hospital to get his tooth back so he could take it with him to a dentist.