Chapter 33
One year of TaeminMost of the holiday I was on edge but I did manage to enjoy myself. I didn’t hold back with Jen but I did wonder after I had touched her, after I had kissed her, who was watching.
We were due to go home tomorrow, and she had gotten pretty good at skiing. She didn’t need the lessons anymore and was taking on the slopes with me. She still fell which I always found hilarious, and we had managed to have romantic meals, and evenings together under the snowy skies. I was thankful that nothing else had gone wrong.
Until this day. We were skiing just after breakfast and racing each other down the slopes. Jen was ahead of me just a little bit, I was allowing her to win the race as I secretly liked watching her. That’s when it happened as if in slow motion.
She tripped, I don’t know how it happened, maybe there was a rock, maybe there was nothing, but suddenly she was tumbling, it wasn’t like when she fell before, this was like her body was just broken somehow, her legs went over her head and she began to roll down the hill. All I could hear was the wind and her screams stabbing at me.
I flew down the slopes after her as quickly as was humanly possible, probably putting myself in danger at the same time but I didn’t care.
She was in a ball in the snow when I reached her, snow was covering her hair, her body and she was in pain.
‘Jen, JEN’ I screamed as I reached her.
She could only moan at me in response.
‘Where does it hurt baby?’ I was on the floor next to her, afraid if I touched her she would be in more pain.
‘My arm’ she cried in a low moan. Thank god, she hadn’t injured her back.
‘Are you sure there’s nowhere else? Can you sit up?’ I asked her, helping to manoeuvre her up into a sitting position. Luckily one of the Ski patrol guys had spotted us and was making his way over to us at the same moment I was about to shout for help.
‘Don’t worry it’ll be ok’ I reassured her as I put my arm around her.
‘I can’t move my arm’ she squeaked at me. Her eyes showed all kinds of fear I had never seen before.
‘It’ll be ok.’ I repeated.
‘Took a tumble there’ the ski patrol said as he approached us. ‘Are you hurt?’ he asked bending to examine her.
‘My arm’ she mumbled, ‘I can’t move it.’
‘It might be sprained, might be broken. Don’t move it too m
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