Bad Boy'S Sweet Love
Wake Up, But Fainted Back

If the victim is unconscious, but still breathing, be sure to keep the airway open and unobstructed.

When the victim is not breathing, perform artificial respiration or pulmonary heart resuscitation (CPR) by hand.

Watch for signs of vit*l victim (pulpate) such as heart rate and movement of breath in the chest.

The impact that needs to be considered from gunshot wounds, namely when there is a firearm shooting can cause a traumatic experience for the victim.

If you are a victim of a gunshot wound, you may feel that your safety is always threatened, excessive anxiety, or post-occurrence depression.

All of these are normal reactions for someone who has just experienced an almost life-threatening event, not a sign of weakness.

Pressing the blood vessels that appear on the skin, the blood flow in the wound will run more slowly. It also helps provide direct pressure to stop bleeding.

Keep the victim's body temperature warm. Death from hypothermia is a real risk.

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Follow sweating, when helping the path of bullet retrieval with a small operation path. The heart continues to beat in fear, because the victim does not move at all.

Clutics, bullets put in an iron basin. The equipment was covered in blood. He began to give some bandages to bandage his wounds. While in the back of the head, there are about seven stitches. Looks from the wound seems to hit a hard object.

"Thank God, everything is saved and going well" said Father.

"Hhh, yes, Dad." I feel relieved too.

"Can we, the victim is in our garden? While our place is a bit far from housing or highways. Is he a bad guy or not, huh? How weird?" I began to feel suspicious.

"Yes too. If the man is bad but he is not, because of his face he is young and looks the same age as me, but from the clothes and some tools left in the body of the victim, it seemed that he was an officer in training or what it was," Confused also thought.

"If he's from the authorities or he's training, why did he get shot and run away to our garden?" He guessed with suspicion.

"Is it possible that he's a real bad guy, so he passed out in the garden?" guess with an unbelieving face.

"We pray he's a good man. Look, his face is so handsome and sweet, he must be a good boy, "praise you.

If it is true also the words bsliau, but many irregularities that we see. Between believing and not being a good person, from suspicious clothes and wounds, but in our hearts we somehow believe that he might not be a person who is doing much.

"Surely he fainted, because he wasted too much energy for example walking. If people have been bleeding a lot, it should be when they are aware of drinking a lot, just a lot of standing will feel dizzy, so be careful when standing because you might faint. It's due to lack of blood and dehydration." His explanation.

"Okay, sipp for his knowledge!" Two thumbs up to him.

Although still a student, but Dad always taught me about medical science, which he said was on guard if he met the sick and needed our helping hand.

He hasn't been up all night. His mouth just kept on fussing, high deman started coming too, and I had to be preoccupied with keeping and compressing all day. Dad was too tired for work, so it would not be hearty to let him take care of it too.

"Your face is very handsome too. If you look - see you have dimples, surely it will look very sweet," a heart murmur that continues to be amazed when looking at him continues.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Her typical male voice echoed, making her shocked.

His sight was still half conscious, he still had not opened his eyes completely, but could already make up for the sight if he had just been accidentally blown away by the good looks of his face.

"Eeh, it's okay, just sorry look at your wounds. Are you all right?"

He seemed to ignore my question, for he began to wake up holding back a bend. Maybe the effect of injuries on the head, so there is a sense of pain that flows into the bend.

"I'm where is this? Why does it look so foreign?" He looks confused.

"You're in a safe place, in my father's clinic. Are you all right?"

Duh, it's annoying if we explain, but not harried or heard at all. In fact, he threw a blanket that tried to cover the body that had been shivering, and forced to pull out the needle hose infusion.

"Eeh, where are you going? It's late at night. Your wound hasn't healed completely, so don't move much."

"Aah, move away from you. Let me go now!"

He pushed himself too hard, until suddenly his dashing body fell weakly unconscious again.

"Dad ... Help, dad!" yelling for help.

His body is heavy, making it difficult for me to just help stand.

"Astagfirullah, what is this?" He just came out of the room shocked.

"He forced himself to leave here, but he hasn't been out yet he fainted first."

"Yes, you helped me lift up, by holding her leg, but the wounded don't touch."

"Ready. Come on, Dad."

Finally we were both again made a hardship, by cutting it to bed. Our clinic was deserted, so fearing that leaving it alone would endanger his life.

Actually, the clinic belongs to the village, and Dad was mandated to guard and become his doctor. Good thing we have our own land, to build a house nearby.