„NICK!“, I scream when the lightnings hit the forest just a few hundred meters away. I hear him screaming my name. I run in that direction. He stumbled. He is laying there on the ground. “Nick, you have to get up. We need to find the cabin.” But then I see it. He broke his ankle. “Shit.”, I kneel down, “Nick, we have to get out of here.” He nods and I try to help him up. “Charlie, it hurts. Please, I can’t do it.”, he whimpers. Suddenly we hear wolve whistling through the woods. “Nick, we have to go now.” My boyfriend, who is normally this big, brave rugby lad, is looking like a little boy right now. I help him up and slowly we go towards our cabin. The storm gets heavier. It’s scary. Normally I don’t fear storms. I love them but not deep in the woods. Not when I can hear wolves and my boyfriend broke his ankle.

About thirty minutes later we finally get to the cabin. Our clothes are completely soaked. Nick is completely exhausted. I help him to get out of his clothes as soon as we are inside. After he is in dry clothes, I search for the first aid kit. I take care of his ancle while the storms outside rages. He starts to fever. I get panicked. I call 911. I explain what happened. The person on the other side calms me down: “Young man, stay calm. A rescue team is on their way. Stay in the cabin.” I sigh relieved. I’m still in my soaked clothes. I change real quick. The person on the other side starts asking me questions about the situation. I answer everything. I try to stay calm. Nick is whimpering because of the pain. “I’m here. Help is on the way.”, i whisper.

The paramedic team needed over two hours. I started panicking. Few minutes before the paramedics arrived, Nick lost his consciousness. I felt helpless. I couldn’t lose him. The paramedic team stormed in and asked what happened. I explained everything and they took care of Nick. Suddenly one them looks at me: “Are you okay?” I can’t answer anymore. I shiver. “I think you have a shock.”, she says and gets me a blanket. “We take both of you with us.” Everything happens so fast. We are already out of the forest on the road, when I wanna know: “How is he?” The woman who got me the blanket says: “He is stable. He probably needs surgery for his ankle but he will be fine.” I’m relieved. I calm down.

The doctors insisted for me to stay a night in the hospital too. So next day, I wake up, next to me a still sleeping Nick, because of his emergency surgery. His ankle is in a cast. I giggle a little bit and think: “Couch Singh will not be happy about it.”