Tell him. Right now. Say the words Dad asked you to say. Just say it! Quick, before it’s too late!
“Call Magen David Adom, and tell them there’s a man here with hypothermia.” Yonatan handed his phone to Yanky. “And tell them to hurry.”
Yanky took the phone into his gloved hands. His heart was pounding in alarm. A cruel voice in the back of his mind whispered, So you wanted to see a yetzias neshamah, just once? Well, you’re about to see another one.
“Maybe we should rub his hands?” Bugi suggested.
“No,” said Yonatan. “That would only make it worse.” His personal trainer back in London was also a skiing instructor, and Yonatan remembered his stories about rescuing people lying injured in the snow. “If you rub the limbs, you bring the blood to the skin, away from the vital organs.”
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