‘Come back!’ Erica called.
It was no use. Her words caught in the wind, and flew back in her face. Ahead of her Harry continued on, oblivious.
Erica watched in dismay. She was sitting on the cold, snowy ground. Her ankle throbbed under her snow pants and boots. Her beanie had flown away as she tripped, and was out of her reach, about three metres behind her. Her ears were icy-cold, her butt damp.
She placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled. Harry kept plodding through the deep snow. She repeated her whistle. This time, she noticed he stopped.
‘Harrrrry!’ she yelled. ‘Harrrry! Come back.’
He turned. She waved her arms wide and high. In the distance, Erica noticed his brows shot up and he opened his mouth wide. She assumed he was calling to her, but the wind took them long before they reached her.
Harry began to retrace his steps back to her. She slid her backpack from her shoulders and reached for her water bottle. She was rifling in her pack for the first aid kit when Harry finally arrived by her side.
‘Babe, what happened?’ he asked.
‘Ah, I just tripped. I think I twisted my ankle. I didn’t want to take off my boot to look.’ She paused. ‘Coz it’s cold, and I don’t think I’d get it back on again.’
‘Yeah, good thinking,’ Harry agreed. ‘Let me have a feel.’
He slid his hand around her ankle and moved it from side to side. She winced.
‘You’ve got pretty good movement,’ Harry said.
Erica nodded in agreement. ‘I think it’s just a sprain.’ Despite the throbbing, she was fairly confident it was a minor injury.
‘We’ll wait here for an hour or so, then move on.’ Harry offered. ‘How does that sound to you?’
‘Great,’ Erica smiled as she offered Harry a muesli bar. ‘Might as well have a snack while we’re here.’
She nestled her back into Harry’s chest, snuggled right in to keep warm.