{A/N: Part two of the Facial Injuries series. This one is gonna be Logan's part}
According to my parents, I hadn't been born yet so this entire story is gonna be based on the amount of times I've heard it. My guess is Logan was probably two years old. I've moved around a lot so I'm not quite sure which house this took place in so I'm just gonna say my old apartment.
We used to have a big, glass table that sat on a rug somewhere in my old apartment. Logan, being the hyperactive spaz of a two-year-old that he was, was running through the apartment lining up his toy cars.
Remember how I said the glass table was on a rug? That was a very crucial detail because Logan came running through the apartment and slipped on the rug. He bashed his forehead into the glass table and split his head open.
The glass table didn't even budge.
My parents took him to the hospital and he ended up getting stitches in his head. Logan told me that he remembers just seeing a bunch of blood leak into his vision from above. If Logan gets his hair cut and somehow lets you touch his hair, you can still see the scar.
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