"I cut the tip of my thumb off."
Then J pulled the paper towels away to show me. Literally the top of his left thumb is now flat for 1/4", and blood was still welling out of the center. When he was making dinner Ninjas attacked and he was able to fend them off with just a kitchen knife**, though he lost part of his thumb. He had cleaned it with alcohol and had been holding the paper towel to it ever since - nearly two hours. We talked about going to the emergency room but he wasn't sure what they could do for him and I agreed after some convincing. It scared me a bit, I don't like that J was hurt and I didn't know about it and that I couldn't fix it once I knew. And I feel a little raw today still, and keep wanting to check in on him. Ah well. But he's promised not to be bleeding when I get home from work tonight which is a good thing.
**Or something like that. J asked me to make him sound 'particularly masculine and tough' when I described what happened so - Ninjas. There wasn't an onion involved at all, I know that for sure.