haha i actually know how you felt. YEARS ago i used to have many chunks of metal in my face and once i went and had my tongue re-pierced. we'll after having it done a few times i didnt heed the advice and went and had some fun that night and ended up getting a tear in my tongue. shit bled like crazy and would NOT coagulate at all, bled for hours and i started getting worried as i was filling up cups with blood spit. finally piecing shop opened back up and i went in there and told them they had to fix me, they told me to go to the hospital to which i replied "im a broke as college kid, i aint going to the fucking hospital fix me here".
they then preceded to wet two paper towels and wrapped one around two wooden sticks and squeezed the shit outta them on both sides of my tongue for about an hour so the pressure finally got the bleeding to stop. was a fun fucking day.
best part of hte story was the chick i was with at the time is the one who brought me in and she had a blood sugar issue where if she didnt eat frequently enough she would pass the fuck out, she'd be fine in 10 mins when her sugar leveled out but would be fucking OUT for those 10 mins. Well while the piercing chick was working with me to try to help me not bleed to death from the tongue the chick went out like a fucking light. So here was this piecing chick at 10am holding my fucking tounge for dear life to try and getting bleeding to stop while dealing with a chick falling the fuck out, i thought she was gonna have a heart attack. I had to do my best not to laugh and make it worse. 100% true story.