Machete Attack Victim Brought Half Naked to a Hospital on a Motorcycle

Machete Attack Victim Brought Half Naked to a Hospital on a Motorcycle

I have virtually no info about this video which is a pity cause it’s kind of wild. A half naked, and seemingly half dead man is brought to a hospital on a motorcycle by his friends. He has an incredibly nasty machete gash on his left arm, which I’m presuming lead to a blood loss that rendered him rather unconscious. His mates hastily throw him in one of those hospital wheel chairs, whatever they’re called and raced him to a surgeon who could hopefully save his life.

I don’t know where it happened, but it’s clearly a Hispanic country. Perhaps someone speaking Spanish could recognize their accents and fill us in?

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57 thoughts on “Machete Attack Victim Brought Half Naked to a Hospital on a Motorcycle”

          1. simply judging by his dick size and aspect I could have told you he’s from Dominican Republic…Let me have a test and I’ll give you his complete background

  1. Sounds like the Dominican Republic,they are known to be machete wielding savages, must be the African Slave blood in them, that country is a fucking cesspool of vagrants. Death is the best thing that can happen to these people.

      1. I respect your point of view, however i do not agree. In order to appreciate life you must embrace death. I have personally cheated death, and can now appreciate life more. Life is great, i do not fear death, but hope to be in this world a little longer.

  2. What’s worse, being attacked with a machete, losing all dignity via your pants around your ankles on camera and in front of everyone, or arriving that fucked up and hurt on a fkn bike between two dudes?! You know that ride was beyond painful jeeze.

  3. This video reminds me of time I was out drinking with a couple of my MC brothers, after the bar closed we took off and soon as we got on the road it started raining on us hard. One of my brothers was shit face drunk and he crashed coming up on a light. He wasn’t wearing a helmet and the road split the back of his head open giving him a nasty gash, he also fucked up his bike pretty bad. He was bleeding all over the place and we knew he needed to go to hospital even tho he was refusing. We pulled his bike into a ditch on the side of the road and left it there. We were pretty far from the hospital and we didn’t wanna call an ambulance cause they would surley bring cops with them and we were all drunk. Instead we called a prospect and told him to bring his truck and meet us at a street halfway between him and us, we told him to hurry the fuck up and to bring lots of towels. Of course like a good prospect he didn’t ask any questions, but now that I look back at that phone call I can only imagine at what he was thinking…he must’ve thought we killed someone and were calling him to get rid of the body, that or someone got shot lol. After we called the prospect we got my injured brother on the back of my other brothers bike and again we took off In the rain hauling ass to meet the prospect. I remember when we came to a four way stop I looked over and I could see my brother was covered in blood and was bleeding all over the road which was crazy to look at. Finally we got to the prospect, put my brother in the car and took off to the hospital. After thinking about what had just happened I realized how stupid and dangerous it really was to take off in the rain that shit faced and panicked…we could’ve easily crashed ourselves and then we would’ve all been screwed. What we should’ve done was wait for the prospect to come pick us up, but in that moment we were all drunk and we weren’t thinking clearly. Either way we got my brother to hospital and that’s what mattered

    1. When I was unconscious due to blood loss after my accident I woke up days later in a hospital gown, i have no recollection other then a hazy few seconds after the crash though. I vaguely remember seeing the car flipped, knowing the driver was drunk, and not wanting anyone to get in trouble. My immediate thought was “fuck, let’s get back in the car and get outta here!”. Never mind the fact my lung collapsed, I had massive blood loss, my liver was ripped in half, etc. shock was a wonderful thing, better then any pain killer.

      I saw that my clothes were cut off weeks later in a bag soaked in blood, not sure if that was the ER or EMTs, but didn’t really care. If your that far gone already, who cares who ripped the clothes off I say.

      1. True that, I crashed my bike on the 5 of February last month I was going about 75 and I hit a divider landed head first no helmet, I split my forehead open and the back of my scalp was missing a piece I also broke my traverse process on my L3 I got pretty banged up more so than my bike, either way I woke up naked in the ER with nurses male and female all around me, you would think that being naked would worry you but when you wake up in the ER trauma ward not knowing how the hell you got there and you got tubes coming out every where the question of “what happend to my clothes” and “why am I naked” is the last thing on your mind…either way they always cut off your clothes so there’s no point in worrying about it cause its all trash after they get done with it…the paramedics in the ambulance did however take great care to take my colors off and put them away for me I guess they knew how much they meant to me and how pissed I would be to wake up and find out someone cut them off.

  4. When I was unconscious due to blood loss after my accident I believe I was naked, however that was because I have no recollection other then a hazy few seconds after the crash. I saw that my clothes were cut off weeks later in a bag soaked in blood, not sure if that was the ER or EMTs, but didn’t really care. If your that far gone already, who cares who ripped the clothes off, but I do admit the friends thing is kinda weird.

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