I didn't really get "hurt" in this incident, but I was touring the National Weather Service buildings near St Louis. It was sunny, maybe 85 degrees. My dad and I got to talking to a meteorologist about career planning for me, and the discussion went on for about half an hour. All this time I was standing in the sun and had not even had a sip of water/liquid for the entire day and the time was almost 4pm.
Finally, the tour started and we went inside the air conditioned building. The entire group of maybe 30-40 people crammed themselves into a tiny room while the tour guide was going through the introduction. After a few minutes, I just suddenly felt an overwhelming hatred and loathing for everyone and everything in the room. I hated the guy in front of me. I hated the calendar. I hated the light coming in the windows. I hated the tour guide. I hated everything.
I then started to feel nauseated and lightheaded.
I turned to my mom who was standing behind me and said, "I...need to get out of here."
She instantly got a worried look on her face because I'd normally not say anything like that and said, "Why? What are you talking about?"
Me: "I need to get out now. I...feel weird."
I started to walk out the door with her leaving the tour. She followed. Suddenly, I was on my back on the floor with a giant group of people surrounding me and both parents in my face. Apparently, I passed out and went face first into a window and landed on the floor.
It only left a small green bruise on my forehead, but it was more embarrassing than painful.