Unconscious

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the third edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "Unconscious"by Juan Cristóbal Benito Férriz.

Unconscious

-by Juan Cristóbal Benito Férriz-.

The snowfall a few days ago made progress very difficult.

With every step, we're knee-deep in it. Everything goes very slowly.

We left the refuge at one o'clock in the morning and continued in darkness.

I'm exhausted, but I try not to destabilise the team with my unsteady progress. The wind gives no respite on a languid winter night. Next to us, we can hear the seracs cracking as we make increasingly difficult progress; it's a distressing sound.

In an examination of conscience, I tell my companions that I can't take it any more. We stop for a few minutes and, taking this new setback into account, we unanimously decide to turn back.

Dawn is near. On the way down, I can't resist turning my head and, with my eyes fixed on the summit, exclaiming "See you soon".

Awake on the operating table, "despite the complications, everything went well," says the doctor. says the doctor.