The engine noise came louder, louder, then subsided. He was waiting for the crash but heard something else.
“Sir. Can you hear me?” Then “He’s breathing. Bring the kit.”
John’s eyes fluttered. An angel knelt beside him. An angel in an orange robe.
“Sir, my name is Peter. I’m a paramedic with the Timmins med-evac unit. Where do you hurt?”
“Here’s the kit.” It was another angel.
“I hit my head on some rocks and my shoulder’s sore.”
“Okay, sir. What’s your name?”
“John.”
“Good, John. Do you hurt anywhere else?”
“My feet are sore and my legs are tired.”
“Okay, John. You’re going to be fine now. We have a couple of things to do and then we’ll be out of here.” The man asking the questions looked to the other. “We’ll put a collar on him and use the board. Can you start an I.V.?” He looked at John. “We’re going to start an I.V. to get some fluids in you, John. Just lay still. We’ll be out of here in no time. Lucky you built this signal fire. They’ve been searching for days now. Just hold tight.”
Fifteen minutes later everyone was loaded in the helicopter and it spooled up ready for takeoff. John was thankful his angels had come to rescue him.
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