Crack!

Crack!

“Make sure you don’t end up on one of these,” said a man to his son, as I was wheeled past them on a stretcher.

“Don’t look don’t look,” a lady cautioned her children.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. I wanted to tell them that I was fine; that it appeared more serious than it really was.

I was wheeled down the long tunnel-like passage of the Sunneggabahn as people walked past me in the opposite direction, on their way to the slopes. Some of them stared, while others looked ahead and pretended not to notice. I don’t blame them; I would have done the same had I been in their shoes. It wasn’t a comforting sight: I was lying down, my entire person bundled up and strapped up tightly in thick blankets and a tarp-like material. I couldn’t move. My left knee was slightly bent and propped up with a foam pad. I wasn’t in pain. I felt perfectly fine, apart from the fact that I couldn’t straighten my left leg.

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