Prague part II

I have to tell this story from Prague.
Im in my dorm reading my book. Theres also two girls from Germany (not those in picture in previous Prague post). In comes this girl saying nothing, but going straight to bed with her clothes on. I had talked to this American girl night before, so I basically knew her. Ok, two German girls are already asleep when I stop reading and hit the lights. It takes like 30 minutes, and I hear this strangly familiar sound from one of the beds. OMG! The US girl is throwing up on her bed. Thats why she didnt say a thing, she was blasted. I can hear her spitting the rest of the womit from her throat to the pillow. I wait but nothing happens. The girl fell asleep right after throwing up if she even woke up during the process...oh shit. What to do? She is breathing so shes not dead but its quite nasty to sleep on ones womit. Ok Teemu, do what you have to do. As the German girls continued dreaming about shnitzels I flipped on my flip flops and slouched to the reception.
"Hello sir, this one girl in my room just threw up and now shes sleeping in her own womit!"
"Ok, what do you want me to do?" Said the receptionist gesturing its not his problem.
"Well, lets go see that she is ok and maybe we could change her linery so that se dont need to sleep the whole night in her own womit. Is that ok?"
"hmmmm....maybe we can do that"
We go back to the room and as you can imagine the smell was repulsive. I hit the lights on and see the whole mess. As bad as you can only imagine but girl still breathing. The only problem is that the girls is so wasted that we cant get her up. I try to tell her that it could be nice if yuo would let us to change your linery, but girl only replies "tomorrow, tomorrow". What can you do. We change the pillow and hope for the best.

I dont know how long it takes for me to hear the same repulsive sound again. F*ck, she did it again. She throws up, spits for a while and then does nothing. This can be happening to me again...noooooo, but this time its differen hence the German girls wake up also. We exchange a couple of glances with our eyebrows shifting from side to side. At the same time we rise from the beds and I switch the lights on, again. Its not a pretty sight.

The German girls are twins. Twins and nurses, both. Im not lying. Another thing to add to my "things to do before I die"-list. This time we get the girl to response and se rises up. Yay! German twin nurses takes her to a shower and I go to the reception, again. "Sir, the girl did it again, but she is on her feet, so we can change her linery now".
"Uh-huh, well I dont have a spare pillow anymore."
"Well, theres nobody in the bed next to the girls, so lets use that one??"
The girls comes from the shower with fresh clothes and I have managed to change her linery with the receptionist! A days good deed! I felt like a fatherfigure trying to cope with the situation.
So, the lesson of this story: Absinth is good for you but not in so big doze

ps. Sorry, no pictures about this incident ;)