Justin Fracture

My story about the name Justin is dedicated to someone I went to school with. The narrative is about trauma. Justin was with me when I broke both my arms. It's distressing since I still have flashbacks when I fall asleep. There is a shock effect in my body just before I fall asleep. After going over the accident mentally again, my body eventually relaxes and I can sleep. Justin and I were in my garage, where I kept my wooden vaulting horse. We leaped from the horse and swung from a bar on the roof. I lost control, landed on my arms, and both of them broke. One arm was really heavy, fractured, and looked horrible. Justin must have been quite worried. My mother and brothers had traveled to my grandmother's house in St. Johann, Austria to ski. I believe I stayed due to the vaulting sport. The unusual part about Justin's reaction was that he ran up and grabbed a bucket full of ice. We tried to put the arm in there, but I instructed him to summon my father, who was working above. My father arrived and drove me to Gerresheimer Sana Hospital, where I underwent surgery. I recall waking up and being told by the doctor that my second arm was also fractured. It's fascinating because my younger brother experienced a similar incident with my father. He burned himself, and my father had to save him. It is a situation in which you are quite grateful to have a father. Even yet, his presence was noticeably lacking and intimidating. Justin and I split up shortly after the accident, but we never discussed it. What is your story about  physical trauma and the name Justin?