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Where Am I? Waking Up in a 3rd World Hospital

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Traveling is not always just parties and adventure. Sometimes things don’t go as planned, and sometimes… you end up in in bad situations. In fact, this is part of what makes traveling so special. After all, life is not about having the easiest life, it’s about having the best. But sometimes things can happen that make you wish you were back in your cushy first world country. Here is the story of when I woke up in a 3rd world hospital and wondered… “Where am I?”


My Worst Nightmare

My time in Davao flew by as I spent my days writing and my nights meeting local girls.

One particular night, I had planned to meet up with my basketball friends, Arvin was on his way to pick me up. I figured I should get started drinking early.

Growing up, even though I had some times had a reputation as a “bad boy” Mormon, I didn’t have much experience around alcohol. I looked at the beers I had bought. They were bottles and I had no idea how to open them.

I thought back to a time when I watched a friend open a beer bottle with a knife. I couldn’t remember exactly how he did it, but I decided to give it a try.

I took out a knife and began working on the bottle. While I was applying pressure to the top, my finger slipped and the knife came down and sliced open my finger.

The cut was deep, it went all the way to the bone. Shit! I stared at the blood coming out of the gash, my entire finger was already drenched in blood. I always hated the sight of blood, but I hated seeing it even more when it was supposed to be inside of me.

I started getting woozy and sat on my bed for a moment. Blood kept gushing from the cut and I knew I needed a first aid kit. The girl working in the courtyard of the hotel would have one.

Clutching my finger, I opened the front door and stumbled into the court yard, with my entire hand now covered in red. I was half way across to the girl when my world started spinning and my memories abruptly end…

Then…voices in a foreign language, I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I could hear a sense of panic and urgency that indicated I should be worried. I opened my eyes. I was in a car and my head was in the lap of a girl.

“Where am I?” I asked the strange girl.

The voice I heard didn’t come from her. “We’re taking you to the hospital.” The voice sounded familiar. Was that Arvin?

I looked up again at the girl above me, I recognized her too; the girl from the courtyard. It was my last thought before drifting back into unconsciousness.


I woke up multiple times during the car ride, each time without a clue what was going on, where I was or what had happened. The only thing I did know was something was seriously wrong and I was a very long way from home. The world returned back into darkness.


I woke up again, this time in a hospital bed. Arvin was gone, but the girl from the courtyard was sitting at my side.

She noticed me stirring. “How do you feel?”

“What happened?” I asked.

The girl calmly explained it to me, although now I know it wasn’t even close to the first time. “You fell and hit your head, now you’re in the hospital.”

Later, Arvin would tell me that I had asked “Where am I?” and “What happened?” at least 30 times before he had left.


My next memories are waking up in the hospital. Again, the girl from the courtyard sat next to me, looking after me.

“How long have I been here?”

She counted in her head for a moment. “3 days.”

3 days!? The only good news was that, finally, I was starting to think clearly. Although at that time, I still had no memory of anything after cutting my finger.

The first thought in my mind was that which any son has when things go very wrong, “I have to call my mom.”

She called the nurse and the nurse gave me a phone I could use.

The phone rang a few times before somebody picked up. “Hello?” said a familiar voice.

“Hey mom.”

“Hey! How are you? How are the Philippines?”

“They are good, but there was an accident. I fell and hit my head… pretty hard.”

Her voice changed. The rest of our conversation was filled with exactly what you would expect from a mother who’s injured son was on the other side of the world; overreaction.

“Should I come to the Philippines?”

“No mom. I’m Ok.”

“You should come home right now! The hospitals there aren’t the same.”

“Mom, I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

“I love you so much. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.

“I know mom, I love you too.”

After assuring her I was fine a dozen times, I was able to say goodbye and hang up the phone.

Now that I was thinking clearly, a thought entered my mind… the bill. I had no insurance. I had very little money as it was and I knew that in USA, the cost of the treatment I had been getting was huge.

I put the thoughts aside knowing that, if worst came to worst, I could depend on my family to bail me out. I was lucky in that respect.

I turned my attention back to the girl at the side of my bed.

“Do you need anything?” she asked.

“No. Thanks though.”

I couldn’t believe she had spent the last few days at my bed looking after me. She barely knew me. Every time I woke up, she was there next to me. What a sweet girl.

I started getting to know her for the first time. But it didn’t last long.

“I have to get back to work, my boss won’t let me stay here any longer,” she said.

I smiled at this sweet little girl. “Thanks for watching over me, my little guardian angel. How were you able to get so much time off work?”

She was still blushing. “The owner of the apartments was worried about you too and let me have the time off. She told me I could stay until the doctors say you would be OK.”

I hadn’t paid very close attention to the girl before the accident. She was a 19 year old girl who had a plain face, but with a sweetness to it. But looking at her in that moment, I saw her differently. This was a good person.

When she left, my nurse, an attractive girl probably in her early twenties, started coming to see me more and more often.

“Anything I can do?” she would ask. I even noticed a bit of jealousy from a guy at the bed next to me when it was obvious she would spend much more time at my bed than she should.

Maybe she did this because she was interested in me, I did see many signs. Maybe she did it because she knew I was thousands of miles away from my family, who would normally take care of me. Looking back I think it was both, but the reason didn’t matter, I was grateful either way.



I opened up my phone and looked at the messages.

“Hey. Where are you? I hope you are OK. Nicole.”

Oh shit! I had forgotten my date with Nicole! Nicole was a 19 year old girl from a small town I had met and bedded a week earlier. I met her in a small town an hour outside of Davao. She was a girl I had liked so much that only a severe hit to the head could make me forget about meeting her.

“I’m Ok, but I had an accident.” I wrote.

Nicole had a gorgeous face, it was the reason I had agreed to take a trip to another city just to meet her. I called her and explained what had happened.

“Where are you? I’ll come see you,” she responded immediately.

The title of guardian angel was then passed from my nurse, who I noticed seeming a bit jealous, to this girl. She spent the next few days with me in my hospital bed.

We had planned for her to come and stay with me for a few days. When I didn’t answer any of her calls, she had went to stay with a cousin.

“I wasn’t sure whether to be mad you did not answer or worried something happened,” she said.

“I wouldn’t ignore you,” I winked.

For those few days Nicole would run and get anything I asked. Usually, it was food I sent her for. The food at that hospital was terrible.

She slept in my hospital bed with me, even when I was moved out of my private room to one of the cheaper public ones.

One night as Nicole lay in the bed next to me, I was suddenly aware it had been quite some time since I had sex.  I ran my hands over her thin body and into her panties. The movement woke her up and hand easily found its way into my hospital gown. My sudden horniness was satisfied with a midnight hand job under the sheets. I hoped none of the other patients in the room noticed.


This story is from my book

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