{"id":7423,"date":"2011-11-17T16:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-11-17T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=7403"},"modified":"2011-11-17T16:00:00","modified_gmt":"2011-11-17T15:00:00","slug":"my-brother-autistic-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2011\/11\/17\/my-brother-autistic-4\/","title":{"rendered":"My brother autistic 4."},"content":{"rendered":"
autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n

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Chlapec na zemi sa pomrvil. Slnko, ktor\u00e9 mu svietilo do o\u010d\u00ed, mu vadilo. Pomaly rozlepil vie\u010dka a zm\u00e4tene sa obzeral. Kde to je? \u010co sa stalo. Posadil sa a zamra\u010dil sa e\u0161te viac. \u010co rob\u00ed v kuchyni? Usykol a chytil si bo\u013eav\u00fa hlavu. Pooto\u010dil hlavu a cukol sa.
„Billi.“ Za\u0161epkal a sledoval tel\u00ed\u010dko v k\u00fate, skr\u010den\u00e9 do malink\u00e9ho klbka. „Billi.“ Zopakoval a pomaly k nemu priliezol. „Zlatko.“ Za\u0161epkal a jemne si ho st\u00falil do n\u00e1ru\u010de. „To ni\u010d. Neboj sa, som s tebou.“ Opatrne ho vzal na ruky a vstal. Ni\u010d nech\u00e1pal. \u010co sa to v noci stalo? \u010co robil v kuchyni a \u010do tam robil Bill? Ako sa tam v\u00f4bec dostal? Vybehol schody a ulo\u017eil ho do postele.<\/p>\n

„Billi? Prinesiem ti wafle?“ Odpove\u010fou mu bolo jemnu\u010dk\u00e9 prik\u00fdvnutie. Usmial sa a zbehol sp\u00e4\u0165 do kuchyne. Pustil sa do pr\u00edpravy, ale z hlavy nemohol st\u00e1le dosta\u0165 predch\u00e1dzaj\u00facu noc. Pre\u010do si ni\u010d nepam\u00e4tal. Pre\u010do sa zobudil v kuchyni? Op\u00e4\u0165 zavrtel hlavou. To nemalo cenu. Vzal poh\u00e1r d\u017e\u00fasu a u\u017e nachystan\u00e9 wafle, a vr\u00e1til sa za Billom. „Tak som tu. Napap\u00e1\u0161 sa s\u00e1m, alebo ti pom\u00f4\u017eem?“ usmial sa na neho a pohladkal ho po vl\u00e1skoch. P\u00fdtal sa u\u017e len zo zvyku. O to viac ho prekvapilo, ke\u010f si chlapec vzal tanier a za\u010dal jes\u0165 s\u00e1m. Na Tomovej tv\u00e1ri sa objavil \u0161\u0165astn\u00fd \u00fasmev. Zvedavo chlapca pozoroval.<\/div>\n

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Tom nerv\u00f3zne zaparkoval pred nemocnicou a pomohol Billovi von.
„Ako ti je?“ sp\u00fdtal sa a pozorne chlapca pozoroval. \u010ciernovl\u00e1sok mu venoval poh\u013ead a jeden \u00fasmev. Tomove srdie\u010dko p\u00e1r kr\u00e1t prudko zabilo a Tomom sa rozlial pr\u00edjemn\u00fd pocit. Mal pocit, \u017ee Billov stav sa zlep\u0161uje. Vzal ho za ruku a neisto kr\u00e1\u010dal do nemocnice. Tro\u0161ku ho zarazili pr\u00e1zdne chodby, ale rozhodol sa to ignorova\u0165.
„P\u00e1n doktor.“ Oslovil mu\u017ea v bielom pl\u00e1\u0161ti. „Pri\u0161li sme s Billom na kontrolu.“
„S k\u00fdm?“ sp\u00fdtal sa zm\u00e4tene lek\u00e1r.
„S Billom. Moj\u00edm bratom.“
„Oh, samozrejme.“ Usmial sa milo lek\u00e1r. „Po\u010fte so mnou.“ Dodal a zamieril k zavret\u00fdm dver\u00e1m. Otvorili sa im sam\u00e9 a Tom znepokojene pre\u0161liapol. Nie\u010do bolo zle.
„P\u00e1n doktor, kam to ideme?“ za\u0161epkal, ale odpove\u010fou mu bol len lek\u00e1rov zlomyse\u013en\u00fd \u00fa\u0161krn. Nezastavil sa. Dr\u017eal Billa pevne za ruku a kr\u00e1\u010dali \u010falej.<\/p>\n

Vo\u0161li do miestnosti plnej bielych kachli\u010diek a pr\u00edstrojov. Mu\u017e mu drobn\u00e9ho chlapca priam vytrhol z r\u00fak a priviazal ho k opera\u010dn\u00e9mu stolu. „\u010co to rob\u00edte?!“ vykr\u00edklo star\u0161ie z dvoj\u010diat.
„Neboj sa. Pom\u00f4\u017eem mu.“ Spokojne sa u\u0161krnul a Tom sa ocitol priviazan\u00fd k jedn\u00e9mu z pr\u00edstrojov.
„Nie!“ zvreskol, ke\u010f jeden z no\u017eov skon\u010dil zapichnut\u00fd hlboko v Billovom srdci.<\/p>\n

Tom sa s v\u00fdkrikom prudko posadil a spla\u0161ene sa obzeral okolo seba. Le\u017eal v posteli ved\u013ea chud\u00e9ho tel\u00ed\u010dka. Oddychol si.
„Len sen,“ za\u0161epkal. „Billi.“ Preto\u010dil si ho tv\u00e1rou k sebe a skr\u00edkol, ke\u010f sa na neho zah\u013eadeli dve pr\u00e1zdne o\u010dn\u00e9 jamky.<\/p>\n

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Chlapec s rasta cop\u00edkmi s hlasn\u00fdm v\u00fdkrikom zletel z postele. Spla\u0161ene lapal po dychu a \u00fazkostlivo tisol vie\u010dka. „Len sen, len sen, len sen.“ Opakoval si v kuse do kola a nechty zar\u00fdval do pl\u00e1vaj\u00facej podlahy. Otvori\u0165 o\u010di sa odhodlal a\u017e po p\u00e1r min\u00fatach. Obzeral sa. Je doma. U seba doma. V bezpe\u010d\u00ed a s Billom. Zarazil sa a prestal d\u00fdcha\u0165. Bill!
„Billi!“ skr\u00edkol a vyletel na nohy. Vletel do jeho izby a srdce mu znova za\u010dalo bi\u0165, ke\u010f uvidel chlapca sklonen\u00e9ho nad v\u00fdkresmi, ako nie\u010do usilovne kresl\u00ed. „Billi… tak som sa b\u00e1l!“ pritisol si ho pevne k sebe a chv\u00ed\u013eku ho tisol. Ke\u010f ho pustil, chlapec sa op\u00e4\u0165 ponoril do kreslenia.<\/p>\n

Tom premiestnil poh\u013ead na v\u00fdkresy na stole a zamra\u010dil sa. \u010carbanice sa mu pred o\u010dami zlievali do jasne rozoznate\u013en\u00fdch obrazov. Jeden vzal do ruky. Poznal to miesto… bolo to predsa to miesto zo sna. Tie pr\u00edstroje! To v\u0161etko! Okam\u017eite sa prehrab\u00e1val \u010fal\u0161\u00edmi skicami. Pre\u0161iel prstom po \u010fal\u0161om obr\u00e1zku. Dvere s krvav\u00fdm odtla\u010dkom.
„Bill.“ Za\u0161epkal so zatajen\u00fdm dychom. Ako mohol… nevidel to predsa. Nasucho prehltol a naklonil sa chlapcovi nad rameno. V\u00fdkres okrem p\u00e1r \u010darban\u00edc neobsahoval ni\u010d.
„\u010co sa to pre boha deje?“ za\u0161epkal a dosadol na poste\u013e. Zlo\u017eil hlavu do dlan\u00ed a stisol vie\u010dka.
Prudko ju dvihol, ke\u010f na tv\u00e1ri zac\u00edtil dotyk.<\/p>\n

autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n

betaread: Janule<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

autor: Sisa Chlapec na zemi sa pomrvil. Slnko, ktor\u00e9 mu svietilo do o\u010d\u00ed, mu vadilo. Pomaly rozlepil vie\u010dka a zm\u00e4tene sa obzeral. Kde to je? \u010co sa stalo. Posadil sa a zamra\u010dil sa e\u0161te viac. \u010co rob\u00ed v kuchyni? Usykol a chytil<\/p>\n

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