I saw them check my puls again, nog a few times, give me a lil sting with a needle and speak to a few people. I think that was the last thing I remember of seeing me, cause I got dragged away to someone’s home for care.
And I just stood there, probably thinking if I was dead. Eventually I just sat down in confusion, and then, everything I remember wasn’t there.
I woke up at home, with a few people standing around me, and one dude, which I think was a doc, told me I got flung of my bike and hit the road with head first. That would explain the bandaid around my head, which kinda stung.
Eventually I came out healthy, seemingly okay, but still traumatised by seeing that stuff, and not bieng able to do anything. So folks, there you have it, that’s how it is to be in a coma.
