He did it himself.

Clint was messing with a curtain rod and ended up stabbing himself in the hand with a phillips screwdriver. It went fairly deep cause I could see the flesh inside the wound. So he runs circles in the house complaining about the pain and then when I tell him to get dressed so we can go to the emergency room he says it doesn't hurt anymore. We get there and they say they can't give him stitches because of the location of the wound so they clean it up, give him a tetanus shot and some antibiotics, and send us on our way.

The funny parts of this adventure: He asked if he can keep the hospital bands on cause they look cool, he kept trying to get up and leave when they weren't done with him yet, the nurses asked me why I stabbed him to which I replied "if I had done it it would be a spoon to the throat", the doctor sees my cherry skulls and says he'll think twice about the cherries in his whiskey sours from now on, and after we walk out of the hospital Clint asks "Can we go to McDonalds now?"

Ai adai si Clint.