My adventure holiday occurred during 2006. I chose this event for many reasons, but the most important of them was the memory. It was a beautiful July morning. Along with my brother, I went to Rafal Sekula ride bikes. There were no signs of further sequence of events. We drove for an hour longer, when she suggested that we poskakali Raphael deal with "hopki". I never did, so I suggested that he jumped first. He jumped. It was a long flight. It seemed to me that it takes several minutes, it really did not last even half. He fell and lay still. I knew what had happened. Raphael forget your helmet and he fell on his head. Already seen running to the blood on his face and head. Do not move. I ran to him and the first thing I did was to find a pulse. Perceptible, but weak, as if, horror of horrors, he fell into a coma. I knew a little bit the Samaritan woman, as his colleagues from the scouting we had a first aid course. He immediately pulled the bike and Raphael moved on equal ground, in the event of injury to the spine. Now, I've seen exactly the wound. It was not too deep, but it bled profusely. Without thinking I took off my shirt, grabbed her and written wound. That's all I could do. Suddenly I realized that I did not take a cell and I can not call an ambulance. Making sure that Raphael is easily and nothing will happen to him, I ran to get help. I did not have to look far, because now I saw people on the hill. Quickly caught up with the top of the hill and ran to the astonished people. I asked that they called an ambulance, because we had an accident, at first they were suspicious, so briefly explained the situation to them. I immediately agreed. Ambulance arrived after fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of complete uncertainty, expectations and fear. So I was afraid. Although I had no confidence and without expert help, I could not say for sure, it's thought a coma. When the ambulance arrived the doctor said that I wrote down well. Paramedics changed my dressing and Raphael brought on a stretcher to the ambulance. I got in and drove them to the hospital. It was the worst trip of my life. I was already pretty sure that my brother is in a coma. Everything is pointed. He lay motionless, the pulse was fired. Finally we arrived at the hospital. Raphael Zwieźli the operating theater to sew his head, and I was left in the waiting room, alone. After about thirty minutes, the doctor came out of the block and asked me into his office. - Unfortunately, your brother is in a coma. - He said Although I had expected me speechless. - But that's not all Raphael's in a coma Alpha. Do not worry ..... I heard no more. I fainted. This was too much. From ordinary coma can even wake. But from a coma Alpha ... No, it was virtually impossible. The probability that Raphael wakes up was 0.1%. I woke up. I was lying in a hospital bed. Someone came up to me, but I did not see anyone. I passed out again. It really aroused. Actually, something woke me up. That special something ... I do not know how to define it. It's like half of me was peeling. I felt awful, not physically, but mentally. I called the nurse. To my surprise it was my aunt, crying. She was a nurse. Pochlipując told me that with Rafal is getting worse. It was just half an hour ago. About 21.46 enveloped my body vibration. I like the attack of epilepsy, and I felt that a part of me goes, escapes up into the light. I already knew. Raphael did not woke up from a coma he died ... Reader, you're probably wondering where I've seen it. Know, then, that between me and Rafal was unbreakable bond. I find it hard to explain. Psychoanalysts suspect a link between the twins. Perhaps it was something like this, that we were not twins. We always knew what the other is doing, thinking, feeling. We were able to talk without words. I know it may seem strange, but it was. Now, still feel the bond so that the weaker. A much weaker. I'm glad I finally threw it out. Please only you, the reader, do not mock me, I know that by writing this, I experienced it again and cried ...
My adventure holiday occurred during 2006. I chose this event
for many reasons, but the most important of them was the memory.
It was a beautiful July morning. Along with my brother, I went to Rafal Sekula ride bikes. There were no signs of further sequence of events. We drove for an hour longer, when she suggested that we poskakali Raphael deal with "hopki". I never did, so I suggested that he jumped first. He jumped. It was a long flight. It seemed to me that it takes several minutes, it really did not last even half. He fell and lay still. I knew what had happened. Raphael forget your helmet
and he fell on his head. Already seen running to the blood on his face and head. Do not move. I ran to him and the first thing I did was to find a pulse. Perceptible, but weak, as if, horror of horrors, he fell into a coma. I knew a little bit
the Samaritan woman, as his colleagues from the scouting we had a first aid course. He immediately pulled the bike and Raphael moved on equal ground,
in the event of injury to the spine. Now, I've seen exactly the wound. It was not too deep, but it bled profusely. Without thinking I took off my shirt, grabbed her
and written wound. That's all I could do. Suddenly I realized that I did not take a cell and I can not call an ambulance. Making sure that Raphael is easily
and nothing will happen to him, I ran to get help. I did not have to look far, because now I saw people on the hill. Quickly caught up with the top of the hill and ran to the astonished people. I asked that they called an ambulance, because we had an accident,
at first they were suspicious, so briefly explained the situation to them. I immediately agreed.
Ambulance arrived after fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of complete uncertainty, expectations and fear. So I was afraid. Although I had no confidence and without expert help, I could not say for sure, it's thought a coma. When the ambulance arrived the doctor said that I wrote down well. Paramedics changed my dressing and Raphael brought on a stretcher to the ambulance. I got in and drove them to the hospital. It was the worst trip of my life. I was already pretty sure that my brother is in a coma. Everything is pointed. He lay motionless, the pulse was fired. Finally we arrived at the hospital. Raphael Zwieźli
the operating theater to sew his head, and I was left in the waiting room, alone.
After about thirty minutes, the doctor came out of the block and asked me into his office.
- Unfortunately, your brother is in a coma. - He said
Although I had expected me speechless.
- But that's not all Raphael's in a coma Alpha. Do not worry .....
I heard no more. I fainted. This was too much. From ordinary coma can even wake. But from a coma Alpha ... No, it was virtually impossible. The probability that Raphael wakes up was 0.1%.
I woke up. I was lying in a hospital bed. Someone came up to me, but I did not see anyone. I passed out again.
It really aroused. Actually, something woke me up. That special something ... I do not know how to define it. It's like half of me was peeling. I felt awful, not physically, but mentally. I called the nurse. To my surprise it was my aunt, crying. She was a nurse. Pochlipując told me that with Rafal is getting worse. It was just half an hour ago.
About 21.46 enveloped my body vibration. I like the attack of epilepsy, and I felt that a part of me goes, escapes up into the light. I already knew. Raphael did not woke up from a coma he died ...
Reader, you're probably wondering where I've seen it. Know, then, that between me and Rafal was unbreakable bond. I find it hard to explain. Psychoanalysts suspect a link between the twins. Perhaps it was something like this,
that we were not twins. We always knew what the other is doing, thinking, feeling. We were able to talk without words. I know it may seem strange, but it was. Now, still feel the bond so that the weaker. A much weaker. I'm glad
I finally threw it out. Please only you, the reader, do not mock me,
I know that by writing this, I experienced it again and cried ...
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