After deciding to go to the Devil's Punch Bowl walking track at Arthur's pass, we headed towards the car. I slung my bag into the car boot and turned the other way, but little did I notice my fingers were resting on the side...
All I heard was the squeak of the boot and a CRUNCH as the boot slammed half shut on my two fingers, and almost immediately felt a tingle that rapidly increased. When I turned I screamed and mum opened the boot lickety split. The pain then was immediate and excruciating, and permeated my entire hand like I had broken a bone. I sat down on the sofa in agony with an ice pack for about twenty minutes playing on a phone as the pain slowly decreased.
A few weeks later it was only a mark.
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