I started from the base camp commenced at 4:30 a.m., and with the weather on my side, everything was seemingly going according to plan.
However, just a few hundred meters before the summit, I saw a fellow climber falling 15-20 meters off a cliff. Without my binoculars, I would have probably never seen him fall. I managed to spot him and rushed to his aid. His forehead was cut and bleeding badly, but he was fortunate enough not to have suffered any major fractures.
His head had probably hit a rock. There were cuts on his eyebrows, lips, hands and the legs as well. He (Utsav) was on his way down to the base camp when he fell. I was carrying a fully-equipped first aid kit and allegedly took out pretty much everything I had to stop the bleeding. I even cut Utsav's hair a little bit to clean the wound and cover it with a bandage.
We were perched at an altitude of approximately 5,800 meters, and there was no one in sight, but I kept shouting for help. Fortunately, one local guide managed to hear me and rushed to the spot. Once the local guide was appraised of the situation, he went down seeking a rescue team.
So, Me and Utsav spent nearly four hours waiting for the rescue team to arrive. In the meantime, I constantly rubbed Utsav's back and even sang a Nepali ballads to keep his mind off the excruciating pain.
Once the rescue team arrived, Despite my exhaustion, I only had a few hundred meters to climb. So I decided to scale the summit.
After reaching the summit by 2:30 p.m., I spent a few minutes before making the descent. I finally returned to the base camp by 6:30 p.m.
Utsav, meanwhile, didn’t suffer any fractures, so his situation wasn’t very critical. He could stand the next morning but not walk properly. We got separated at the base camp, so I don’t know what happened to him after that because I had lost the contact details.
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