LOL, reminded me of my wife a few months ago.
She had sliced her finger, and it was bleeding pretty good. She finally called me in the room, she had a rag on it, blood everywhere.
I made her sit down, and I held the rag tight for a couple minutes, so the wound would clot up. After another minute, I switched with her hand, so I could go get a band aid/etc.
I came back in the room, and she was walking around, bleeding worse, starting to panic.
I made her sit down again, and we repeated the process.
Then after several more minutes, I got her to hold the rag again, while I got the gauze ready, etc. Instead, she pulled away the rag, looked at it, started contorting the wound, it started bleeding again, and she started wiping at it with the rag again.
I started really fussing at her then.
"I'll be damned if we are going to the emergency room over this chit!!!" , I yelled.
So I sat there for 20 minutes more, and taped it up after it coagulated, wouldn't let her do anything else until things were safe.
She has always been known to keep farking with things.