The First Night at the Cabin

I was hauling firewood while two of the other guys, Paul and Jason, were out looking for dryish dead wood that we could use for kindling. I had maybe three or four hunks of firewood in my arms when I'd just hear something that makes my blood run cold. It was one of my buddies and they were screaming for help. When the dispatcher told me we might be waiting for up to 30 minutes for an air paramedic, I felt sick. But right after the dispatcher basically tells us it's all down to us to stem the bleeding, so the victim would be alive when they arrive there. Talk about high pressure moments.