I can't even really call it that, because it really didn't even exist.
Ben is a really fast healer.
He wiped out pretty bad just a week ago. He fell off the foot of my bed, hitting his face right off of a dresser drawer, that Hailey had opened before hand. The drawer is part of an old built-in closet, and has unfinished edges and definitely the opposite of a soft landing.
He didn't even cry. He screamed. I picked him up as quick as I could, and realized he had a cut just below his eye. I thought he might even need stitches because it appeared wide. Another small area right next to the cut turned purple instantly, so as fast as I grabbed the ice, I called my mom.
She came over to check him out, and we decided that he wouldn't need professional medical attention, and I should just let him sleep it off and see how he was when he woke up.
He kept telling me "I a'wight mum, I a'wight." Little tuffy.
By the next day it already looked like this:
Excuse his dirty face.
The day after that:
And today, it's perfect. Barely even a bruise. We came to the conclusion that maybe it didn't bruise up because it bled a bit.
Either way, he's a good healer!
His first big bo-bo.
Glad we got that over with.