I had a little scare in magic class. While teaching an optical illusion I noticed one of my students had a bloody nose. Not a little bloody nose but a gusher. A stream of crimson tide flowing from his nostril. I stayed calm and remarked “you have a bloody nose” as I walked over the sink in the classroom and grabbed some paper towels. By the time I got to him he had plenty of blood on his hands. I had him lay down and hold the paper towels to his nose. He wasn’t the type to panic thank goodness. It was the other kids in class who started to make a fuss when they saw the large spot of blood on the carpet! I had to get them settled down as I cleaned it up and kept an eye on the boy. I casually asked him if he got bloody noses very often. “No” he replied. In fact he said he never got bloody noses. Now my mind was racing through possibilities. He never gets bloody noses and now he has the Mount Vesuvius of bloody noses. I mean it was a gusher. If it had been crude oil the entire class would have been rich and I could retire. This student is having a brain aneurysm and I am going to have to explain what happened to the paramedics.
Finally the bleeping stopped so I sent him with another student to the office. Why didn’t I go too? I am not supposed to leave a classroom of students unattended. And again I didn’t want to seem to be making a big deal of it. So off they went with my best wishes. The office gave him a clean bill of health and he came back before class was over. Luckily (if you can call it that since I had to clean it up,) the blood had gone to the floor and not on his clothes. That would have been great, sending home a child with red shirt instead of the white one his mother sent him to school in.
I guess the moral of the story is be prepared for anything, hope for the best  and stay calm!