What's wrong with Teemu?

I actually don't have any idea of what's going on here.. This evening have been so confusing:
I had a minor fight with Teemu about some food ... Then I got a bit sentimental and I maybe mentioned slitting my wrist a time a two - but I would never like do it for real!
Well, we were having this discussion and I really couldn't take it anymore, so I closed my laptop and sat on my bed for a minute.

Suddenly I got this idea that I wanted to dye my hair, but I still wanted a memory of the old colour. Så I searched through all my drawers but I couldn't find a pair of scissors anywhere. I then remembered that I had a pocket knife hidden in my wardrobe - I could easily use that, I only needed to cut off a wisp of my hair.

But unfortunately I (accidentally of course) cut my arm right above the wrist. I think I let out a yelp and dropped the knife on the floor while searching for something that could possibly stop the bleeding.

Suddenly the door swung open and Teemu stormed into my bedroom - he looked pretty scared actually, and I still don't get why. He took one hasty look at the wound and then nearly carried me out of the door and threw me into the passenger seat in our Dad's second car. He didn't even want to explain to me what was going on.

When we reached the hospital he dragged me out and I let my arm be examined by a very unkind doctor; it hurt! He cleaned the wound and even stitched it! Then a much kinder nurse bandaged it, and Teemu and I were sent home again with some aspirin.

I think Teemu thinks that I'm sleeping .. But I really don't want to sleep! It's only 10 o'clock or something! ... So I kind of pushed the sleeping pills under my pillow..