Accidental life slowed down?

    The dogs bark at the back door begging to be let inside. I call to my wife from the kitchen asking if she can let them in since I was busy preparing dinner and chopping up the vegetables. It has been snowing all day so when she lets the dogs in there paws are soaking wet and they begin to slide around on the hard wooden floors. Marley, my little energetic poodle slide right into me as I’m cutting the vegetables. I dint realize what had happened until blood covered the knife and my vegetables were turning red. The sight of blood makes me feel lightheaded, the sounds around me become distant. I don’t recall my wife’s voice any longer but I see her mouth moving as if she was speaking frantically. I walk backwards continuing to stare at the blood that is now gushing out from the tip of my finger. I’m stoped when I reach the counter behind me. My wife grabs paper towels and wraps my finger up in it but with in seconds the sheet is drench in blood. My head begins to spin even more at the point, blood, I hate blood, it’s staining my clothes and the ground. I hate blood. Everything goes black and I wake up with a bruise on the back of my head and my finger wrapped up tightly in bandages. The bleeding must have stopped.