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It only caused more issues.

The cold was making it hard to pee, but I took my time, seeing as we were empty-handed anyway.

Papa would have to deal with eating rice for dinner again.

Luckily, there were still two boxes of it in his cabin.

“Shit!”

Papa’s voice was loud and filled with terror, and after pulling up my pants, I stepped back onto the trail we created to see what was going on.

“Fennec!”

I moved fast, following his footsteps in the snow. “Papa?” I called out, but I didn’t get an answer.

They were nowhere to be seen, but when I heard a loud thump and then water splashing, I turned to my right to see Fennec standing there at what looked like the edge of a cliff, and when I ran to him, I was shocked at what I was seeing.

“Oh, my God! Fennec, we have to get down there!” I cried.

Papa had fallen a few feet into a shallow river, and the sight of his left leg didn’t look good at all.

“Why are you just standing here?! We need to help him!”

I felt like crying, but I needed to see clearly to climb down there somehow and help Papa out.

I frantically looked around to find a way to get down to him, and when I saw a big rock I could jump onto before climbing down into the river, I ran over to do exactly that.

“Papa, are you okay?” I asked, hopeful to hear his voice.

He was groaning but not moving, and neither was Fennec.

“For fuck’s sake, Fen! Come help me!”

I reached him and knelt next to him in the freezing cold water.

“It’ll be okay, Papa. I promise. Oh, God…Did you hit your head?”

“No, it’s just my leg,” he groaned, and after inspecting his wound, I could tell he didn’t get away with just a very bad abrasion.

His leg looked broken.

It wasn’t a pretty sight.

“Fennec!” I shouted, finally seeing him move up there. “You need to go to the hospital. We need to call someone. Can you sit up?” I asked, trying to get to his backpack where he kept his emergency cellphone for cases like this.

He never had to use it, until now.

Papa pushed himself up with both hands, and when Fennec finally made it, he helped steady him.

“Call Jason,” he suggested nonchalantly.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You should’ve come down here sooner!” I barked, showing him just how upset and angry I was.

I pulled the phone out of the backpack and pushed the green button to make the screen light up.

It was an old phone without a touchscreen, but Papa didn’t need anything fancy to communicate with whoever he needed to.

He barely used it though, and surprisingly, the battery lasted much longer than those new phones.

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