What’s the scariest thing happen to you or someone you know?

Went out straight from work about 8 years ago having only had a Tesco meal deal in the day for lunch. Drank several cans of cider on the tube to meet my friends. Drank more on the bus to the party we were going to in Tottenham. Drank 2 bottles of Buckfast over the course of the evening plus copious amounts of other drinks. I left the party around 11pm to go across the street to an off licence wearing a t-shirt. Came back to the party and got my jacket out the cloak room (CCTCV verified this) Woke up on my friends sofa in Camden the next day covered in blood and with a gaping stab wound on the right side of my chest. I’d somehow managed to conceal this all evening by wearing my jacket all night and had only checked in the morning when my burgundy jacket was also soaking wet and had a curious claret stain on it. Made my way from his place to Victoria Station, got a McDonald’s to eat before getting the train back home to Bromley. Met my ex at Bromley station - she had been in Las Vegas and had flown back that morning and needed me to let her in as she didn’t have keys. Had to tell her not to hug/squeeze me due to said gaping hole which went down well. Got home to Bromley, had a snooze because I was knackered and then had a shower which is probably the most painful shower I’ve ever had. Got changed and then headed to the hospital at Orpington, there was a massive queue so I walked straight up to the front of the queue lifted my t-shirt and proclaimed “I’ve been stabbed” was immediately ushered into a cubicle and seen to right away. They cleaned me up, stitched me up with no anaesthetic - I was pretty much clawing at the wall whilst a rather large Turkish bloke stitched me up and a little nurse tried her best to hold me down. The hospital didn’t need to keep me in as there was no risk to me bleeding out having spent a night on a sofa and having gone several hours since the incident without bleeding. The police were adamant it wasn’t a stab wound from a knife, partly due to not wanting to add to another statistic and without concrete proof they were happy to leave it at that but a consultant said “I’ve seen hundreds of stab wounds over my long career and that is without a doubt a stab wound from a knife” it missed my liver by approx 3mm and my lung by about 2mm, I was very lucky! The doctor also reckoned being so pissed probably stopped my body from going into shock when it happened and meant I didn’t bleed more. The police came and interviewed me, took all the details they could and then traced my steps that evening via the cameras all over London including the ones on buses and tubes. Turns out when I’d gone over to the off licence I’d encountered a group of youths known to be part of a local gang…there’s a very brief interaction with them and then the youngest one brushes past me at very close range and I’m seen to flinch and kinda stumble. I go into the off licence, talk to the chap, buy some cans and then stumble back across the road to the party. CCTV in there picks me up, putting my jacket on and carrying on. CCTV on the bus back to Camden shows me open my jacket and have a look at my t-shirt and there’s a small patch of blood on my white t-shirt. Sure enough I get off, go to my friends flat and then wake up the next day. As it turns out that same evening that same gang of pricks had done something similar to a cyclist who cycles past them around a mile or so up the road. Turns out it was some sort of gang initiation to prove themselves; stab someone but not fatally…although seems a bit of a risky one to me! What followed was weeks of going to see the nurse every morning to get my dressing changed, having to sit in a bath with hardly any water in as showering was a no go! Id usually cry and feel pretty hopeless. My wound became infected twice and that meant antibiotics which made me ill. It was a really bleak time and I hit a really low point after that. My partner and I broke up about 2 weeks after that too (the writing had been on the wall for a long time in fairness) I lost the job I had at the time as my daily nurses appointment meant I couldn’t get into the office until nearly 10am and they weren’t happy about that. Going out into crowded areas was really unpleasant and I had one of the only panic attacks I’ve ever suffered. I had really intense nightmares for weeks where I kept feeling someone pushing down on my chest and holding me down and then would wake up soaked from sweat. I remember going for drinks with a girl sometime after it and just freaking out about how busy the place was and just legging it and leaving her there! It wasn’t scary getting stabbed because I can’t for the life of me remember it happening, what was scary was getting myself into the sort of sorry state where that can happen. And I remember having to ring my Mum and Dad and tell them what had happened, My Dad cried when he heard. Not my finest moment!