It wasn’t long before Tramell was left with one option. Nowhere near in shape enough to function as a normal human, hospital bills began building up and time began slipping away. The weight of reality and vital organ trauma set in for Tramell and his girlfriend. I ripped an IV out of my arm, I ripped the catheter out and tried to make my way out of there because I really thought I was kidnapped.” I guess I had tried to escape at one point. When I finally realized I was in a hospital I woke up strapped to this bed. “Like they were harvesting me for body parts.
Like the very first moment I woke up, I was laying in there naked on a table covered in blood I thought that I was in a body chop shop,” Tramell recalls. With no road rash on him and no damage to the bike that skidded to a stop on the open road, the hospital corroborated Tramell’s story when they removed Tramell’s kidney and spleen, and began treating a punctured lung and plenty more for the next 12 weeks. While Tramell was being driven to the hospital, his girlfriend was in the position of trying to explain that he showed up disoriented complaining of a motorcycle wreck with few scratches on him or the motorcycle. With no movement, breathing or pulse, Tramell’s girlfriend launched a Hail Mary, performing CPR until his heart started again and was able to call paramedics. So she lays me on the bed starts going through my phone and while we’re sitting there my heart stops and she looks over at me and I’m f****** dead.” She swears she thinks I’m drunk or something. While I’m in the shower I pass out, smack my head on the wall, hit the floor.
“She thought that I had been out drinking, starts going through my phone, puts me in the shower. “I laid the bike down and I told my girlfriend there was something wrong inside my body and then I passed out,” Tramell said. With very little recollection of the four-hour drive home, distinct memories of his return home are burnt into his memory. I’m sitting on the ground trying to catch my breath and three Thai guys come from out of nowhere and drag me out of the road and one guy grabs my bike.”īetween luck, shock and a language barrier, Tramell thanked the men as coherently as he could before they added to the most unbelievable story of their lives by driving away. At that f****** speed I didn’t even get knocked out. “What happened was I ended up bouncing off the pole, landing on the cement, and it didn’t even knock me out. “The s**t hit me in the chest, collarbone area and totally destroyed everything inside,” Tramell explained. The decision may have spared him his life in the moment, but had it not been for the help of three Thai spectators, Tramell may have survived the wreck only to immediately find himself on the wrong end of a car speeding through. The lifetime Thai fighter mangled the unforgiving pole but not before instinctually slipping his head out of the way. With little control of the outcome of the situation in front of him, the only option Tramell could possibly exercise saved his life.