Timmy, telling about how he once injured his head: I went to touch my head and saw the damage, and then I saw the blood

(Flashback)

Timmy: mom...? 

Mother: what's up honey?

Timmy: I'm losing blood at an alarming rate and would be most grateful if you, my caregiver and guardian, would transport me to the hospital to help heal the wound so that I can continue this mortal journey rather than ending it prematurely due to loss of blood

(Present)

Timmy: nah, I'm kidding. What I actually said was

(Flashback again)

Timmy: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-