By the time the root finally let go, John only had eight feet to fall. Below him were large moss-covered boulders strewn about. He managed to land on one. A jolt of pain shot up his leg and around his back. His teeth clashed together, and he bit off the end of his tongue. He saw spots before his eyes. His foot slid on the moss and got wedged between two rocks. Momentum carried him sideways and his leg could not follow. Sinew stretched in his knee until his leg could not take the strain and the shin bone snapped sideways. He crashed on his side on a rock and heard another snap. His screams echoed off the cliff wall, reverberated down the valley, and were heard by no one.
After his throat was too sore to scream anymore, John calmed himself down as best he could. He assessed his situation. Rapid breathing, rapid, and shallow heartrate. His chest was on fire. He was laying on his left side and looked down at his left leg. He followed it past his knee and about mid-shin it took a 90 degree turn down in between two rocks. His jeans were bloody around the junction. He could visualize the bone protruding through the skin. Hopefully, it hadn’t cut any major arteries. He no longer felt any pain from his leg. His ribcage more than made up for that, though. He could feel the grating of the bones every time he moved. John moved into the most comfortable position he could and thought about what he could do.
Rests Try To Move Down