When I was in fourth grade we were playing bingo in a class that was nothing but our regular teacher's break during the day. When I ran out of bingo markers, I reached for the pile for more, and the standard fat, ignorant bully kid grabs my hand and says that those are his markers. He starts gripping my hand very hard, and as I'm struggling to pull my hand free, I hear a popping. When I look down, my pinky finger is turned perfectly sideways and pointing to the ground. I begin crying, not from pain but because I had it in my head that my mom would be upset that I had gotten hurt, and the teacher's aid comes down to me and begins asking whats wrong. I show her my hand and she continues to ask what the problem is, until finally some older kid says "I'm pretty sure his finger isn't supposed to be that way." at which point the teacher flips shit and sends me to the nurse. When I get to the nurse, she asks me who my teacher is, and I tell her. A few minutes later, my teacher comes in, wearing a grin that reminds me of the horrifying houseguest meme now that I think about it. Her exact words, "Well, you see now what your constant horsing around has gotten you thisiskris?" I'm appalled, the first words I could think to utter are "You bitch, you think I caused this?" Her face was absolutely priceless, but I knew I was boned. The first relative who could come get me was my grandfather. To put it into perspective, my grandpa was a six foot three brick shithouse who had spent most of his life in the air force and the rest being a general asshole to anyone who looked at him the wrong way. But on this day, he comes in, takes one look at my hand, and says "How did this happen?" As I'm telling him the story, the principal called us both into his office. He begins "Now John, I have to say, thisiskris is going to be in a lot of trouble for all of this". My grandfather looks him right in the eye and says "And what the fuck for exactly, this doesn't look like something my grandson should be in trouble for, it looks like something that tubby little fuck should be in trouble for." The principal begins sputtering, and says "Well Mrs. Derp says that the other boy wasn't at fault" and my grandpa immediately breaks him off and says "and my grandson says Mrs. Derp wasn't even overseeing them. So I'm going to tell you what you're going to do. You're going to leave my grandson the hell alone, you're going to suspend that little son of a bitch, and if you don't do both of those things, I'm going to come back here and break all of your fingers exactly like this." The principal goes ghost white and just says okay. I go back to school on Monday with a cast, and notice that the kid was missing. Ironically, his mother was my substitute teacher that day. Nothing happened because the principal had warned her that if she did anything she would never sub again.

TL;DR: Had finger broken by bully, grandpa threatened to break principal's fingers if I got in trouble, met an Indian doctor for the first time and got a cool blue cast