Multiple blockages all in a line, on my right arm, huge blockages the size of baseballs, on the meridian going out to my pinky finger. I'm a boy, quiet. It's a construction site, wood everywhere. People drilling. People hammering boards together to frame walls. People handing me dills that are burning hot with overuse, telling me to give them to someone. Heavy metal drills with cords, and vent holes on the side. (1960's or 1970's? Definitely western culture but not this lifetime.) All I do is follow orders, bring things to people. One kid is my big brother. Tall with long brown hair and striped shirt. Mom told him to watch over me when the two of us go to this place, but instead all he does is treat me like crap to impress his friends. And his friends treat me like crap just because they can.
A wooden framed wall collapses, pins me underneath. I'm alone for a while. Huge wooden splinters tear my right arm from elbow to wrist, blood and vomit everywhere, wood and sun is dry and blood and vomit are hot and they burn my cuts. Brother's really going to be pissed at me now.
My mom finds out about accident, she gets pissed at my older brother because he was supposed to keep me safe there but he failed. I thought for sure older brother would beat me up for this but he never does. In fact I hardly see him again.
