This mini saga was influenced by an accident my friend had. He broke a leg, and had to be lifted by an air ambulance. Many people said he was lucky that he got a ride on a helicopter...
Through the blur of racing navy blue jumpers, Scott glimpsed it - huge, gunmetal, hovering against the grass. Rotor winds slapped against his face. His leg's broken, face in grimace. The pain was incredible.
But as he was hoisted up the air ambulance, he glimpsed envious faces, heard murmurings:
"He's lucky..."
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