The Skitrip

2

It took him a minute to realize what had happened. He hit someone. Ran them over. Smashed right into them. He sat up and immediately noticed that something was wrong with his left arm. One, it hurt like hell. Two, it wasn't really working.

He looked around, panicking that he might have killed someone. To his right, a body was lying face down. His leg was in a weird angle.
"Oh, my God! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!" Harry shouted and tried to get over to the man he squished.

He had lost one ski but the other one was still there so he managed to take it off and hurried over to the man in question.
"Are you alive? Oh, ehm, Es-tu eeh viv...vivant?" Harry tried in French.

"Barely." The man muttered and turned around to his back. He screamed.

"Lay still!" Harry hurried to say.

"Fuck! I think I broke me fucking leg." The man muttered.

"I think so too. I'm sorry sorry. If it's any comfort, I think I broke my arm." Harry said, surprised that the man was British.

"What? No that doesn't fucking comfort me. What the hell, mate? You must have seen me. Why didn't you stop or move away?" The man asked.

"Oh, it's my first time skiing actually. Again, so sorry." Harry apologized again and blushed.

The guy just stared at him as if he had lost his mind.
"You don't know how to ski and you just went down the highest slope? Do you have a fucking death wish or something?"

"No." Harry replied.

Another skier came down the slope and almost ran them over.
"We have to move to the side." The man said and tried to move. He grimaced in pain.

"You have to lay still. Your leg." Harry said.

"Well, I either move or someone will run me down again!" The man shouted.

Harry leaned down and grabbed him with his healthy arm and tried to drag him to the side. Another skier stopped.
"Are you guys alright?"

"No. I broke me leg." The man muttered.

"Shit!" The other skier said. He took off his skis and helped the injured man to get out of the way.

Harry followed them behind and sat down.
"I'll go down and get help." The other skier said.

"Thanks." Harry said.

Twenty minutes later a rescue team on scooters found them. They were placed on stretchers and had a bumpy ride down the slope where an ambulance waited for them.

They were brought to a hospital. Harry had once again tried to apologize in the ambulance but the man had just growled "Get away from me!"

When they reached the hospital they were taken to different rooms. Harry was examined and then he had an x-ray. His arm was indeed broken and they put him in a cast. He at least didn't have a concussion.

He was released from the hospital after that but he waited around to see how the man he ran into was doing. An hour later he spotted him trying to make his way forward in a wheelchair. His leg was in a cast. The man saw him and his face turned into anger. He pointed at him.
"You!"

"Hi, I'm Harry. Again, so sorry. Are you okay?" Harry apologized and walked over to him.

"Do I look okay? You ruined me vacation, fucking asshole!" The man growled.

Harry ignored that.
"Are you here with someone? Can I call them for you?"

"No. I'm here by meself." The man muttered.

"Me too!" Harry smiled.

The man just glared at him. Harry scratched his head with his healthy arm.
"Ehm, how about I find us a taxi? Do you have a cabin at the resort?"

"I don't need your help." The man said and tried to roll away from him.

Harry watched him struggle. The man stopped and sighed.
"Fine, get me back to the resort."

Harry grabbed the handles and started to push him toward the entrance. It wasn't easy with one good arm and he missed and managed to smash the man's casted leg in the doorway.
"Oops! Sorry, sorry."

The man turned his head to look at him and burst out laughing.
"You're a disaster. I'm Louis by the way."

"Harry." Harry reintroduced himself.

He managed to push him outside without hurting him again and found a cab. With some help Louis got in the back. Harry returned the wheelchair and sat in the front since Louis took up the whole back of the cab.

The hospital was close to the resort. Somehow he managed to help Louis get out of the car and paid the taxi driver. Louis just stood there jumping on one foot.
"Didn't they give you any crutches?" Harry questioned.

"Nope." Louis replied, popping the P.

"Oh, okay. Ehm, here. Support on me." Harry offered and got up beside him.

Louis sighed but threw an arm around his shoulders and they started to move slowly.
"Me cabin is over there." Louis said and tilted his head to the left.

"Mine too." Harry smiled excitedly.

"Great." Louis snorted.

Louis' cabin was two cabins away from his. He helped him to the front door.
"I can take it from here." Louis said as soon as he had found his key.

"Oh, okay. Are you gonna be alright?" Harry asked and let go of him.

Louis just gave him a long look, opened the door and jumped inside. He closed the door behind him. Harry felt terrible for ruining his vacation. At least Louis hadn't pressed charges against him for attempted murder or something like that.

Harry signed deeply and headed to his own cabin. He hadn't just destroyed his own dream vacation. A man broke his leg because of him. How could he think that he would be able to ski just like that? He wasn't stupid by any means.