I Talk to My Brother Who is in a Coma | Animated Story about the Bond Between Twins

Our mother was the first to notice our special connection. It happened for the first time when my brother and I were three months old and we were separated for a couple of hours. Both of us kept crying unceasingly all the time. We’ve hardly ever parted and spent all the time together from then on.
When we got a little older, we started to notice how close we were. We could even feel each other’s pain. For example, when I fell down and hit myself, Matthew felt some pain in the place where it hurt me as well.
We don’t have to be together to know what is happening with the other twin. Once Matthew went to the scout camp for a couple of weeks, and I stayed at home.
I really didn’t want to part with my brother even for a day, but it was a special camp only for those engaged in Thai boxing.
A couple of days after my brother left, I had strange sensations in my knee. I told this to my mom at once, she examined my knee and didn’t see anything wrong.
On the same day, we turned to the family doctor. To our surprise, he didn’t see anything wrong as well. After going to the doctor, my mother even scolded me a little, saying that I came up with a knee pain and distracted her from important household chores.
In the evening, the manager of the camp, where my brother was, called suddenly. He told us that Matthew had an injured knee and he was in the first-aid post at that moment.
The next morning, my parents and I got into the car and drove towards the scout camp. When we arrived, my brother was in very poor condition: his knee area was very swollen and he couldn’t even walk. I was terribly sorry for him! Besides, it was very strange and weird that my knee hurt the day before too.
There was a huge number of such coincidences. Over time, no one doubted that my brother and I had a special connection.
I had the hardest time when Matthew participated in the Thai boxing competitions. Not only was I very worried about my brother, but my whole body hurt on such days as well. Matthew was always physically fit and often won fights, but still he received blows of various degrees of severity, and it affected me too.
Once my brother was hit in the head during the competition. After that, I had a headache for two days. I was so mad at him! I even cussed Matthew and asked him to quit the sport, because I suffered from his fights too.
It seemed that nothing could go wrong on that luckless day. Matthew had another competition, all his opponents were weak, so my brother hoped that taking first place would be duck soup.
That day I had a lesson in art school. I never went to Matthew’s competitions, because I felt sick watching stuff like that. Mom couldn’t watch my brother’s fights too. So, my father was in charge of supporting Matthew in fights.
We studied the paintings by Claude Monet at the lesson. I sat at the easel and painted lilies, when suddenly I felt sick and fainted. The teacher and other students were shocked.
When I came round a few minutes later, I immediately thought that something bad had happened to my brother. I called my dad right away, because I knew that he was somewhere near Matthew, but he didn’t pick up the phone.
When I called my mother, at first, she didn’t pick up the phone as well. And when she did, I heard her crying. She said nothing except that she and dad were in the hospital. Mom asked me not to panic and go home.
I came home and was very worried. I didn’t understand what had happened and minutes of waiting turned into hours. Dad finally arrived home.
When I saw him, I didn’t even recognize him at first. He had always been cheerful and smiling. At that moment, there wasn’t a single emotion. He was pale as a ghost. He came in and sat on the sofa without saying a word. I was so scared that I was afraid to even ask him about what had happened.
A few minutes later, dad started talking, still gazing into space. He said that something bad had happened to our Matthew, he was very strong, but luck wasn’t on his side that day. During the fight, his opponent used a forbidden trick and hit my brother hard in the head. The blow caused a slight cerebral hemorrhage and Matthew lapsed into a coma.
After the word “coma”, it became hard for me to breathe, as if someone invisible choked me. I sat on the sofa next to my dad and burst into tears. In a couple of minutes, dad tried to calm me down, but I was devastated. After crying for a couple of hours in a row, I became completely powerless and really wanted to sleep...

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