A team of Sherpas rushed from a nearby tent and dragged us both to safety, and once sheltered from the freezing winds, I summoned up enough strength to call Base Camp. ‘Guys, this is Nims. I’m at Camp 4 with Seema. She’s in a bad way, but the rescue team is looking after her now . . .’ There was a crackle on the other end of the line. One of Seema’s expedition buddies was shouting excitedly. In the background, I heard other voices as people gathered around the radio. ‘Nims, that’s amazing! Thank you.’ There was a pause. ‘Are you OK?’
