HURT

“Yes.” Regina swallows. “My snowboard swerved when I tried a turn, and I fell. I felt a crack and the pain…it’s fucking awful…shit, I…I’m sorry…” she grimaces. “I shouldn’t be cursing.”

“Given what you’ve done, I think you can be let off.” I open the kit. “You might have broken something, so we will keep you still. I’ll try to keep you warm and call for help.”

“You have a phone? Dad says he doesn’t want me taking it up on the slopes in case it gets broken.”

“Then just get a normal phone that isn’t as expensive and enough call card in case this happens. That’s what I do.” I bring out the foil blanket and shake it out. “Just like I always have my first aid kit with me. You never know what’s going to happen.”

Regina looks bemused.

“You do this a lot?”

“I’ve been skiing for years. My parents ensured I knew exactly what to do if I was in trouble.” I lay the blanket around her and tuck it carefully around her body. “Do you want me to remove your goggles? I can do that, at least.”

“Please.”