Three hours later, Bob Cranston came lumbering over to Frank. As the Base Camp medic, he was the last and only line of defense when it came to serious medical issues. The tall, dark, curly-haired man put out his hand to Frank and the two of them shared a quick hug. “How ya been, old boy?” Bob said.
“I’m good. How was the trip coming up?”
“Was great,” Bob said. “I hear we have a casualty in camp.”
Frank said, “I see word gets around.”
“Yeah. John told me about it. Where is she?”
“In latrine,” Sangye piped in from behind them.
As they waited for Sarah to return, Frank filled Bob in on Rene. “It may be nothing, but I wanted to keep him under wraps until you got here.”
“Good idea,” Bob agreed.
“Ah, here she comes,” Frank said, seeing Sarah pop out of the latrine. After she washed her h
