Greta and Hugo had been hiking toward the summit for nearly four hours. Then disaster struck, right at the steepest part of the trail. Greta stepped on a loose rock and twisted awkwardly. She cried out in pain as her ankle rolled beneath her.
格蕾塔和雨果朝着山顶徒步已经快四个小时了。然后，灾难就在山路最陡的地方发生了。格蕾塔踩到一块松动的石头，脚别扭地一拧。她的脚踝在身下一歪，她痛得叫了出来。
Hugo rushed over and helped her sit down on a nearby boulder. "How bad is it?" he asked, already reaching for the small first aid kit in his backpack.
雨果冲过去，扶她在旁边的一块大石头上坐下。“伤得重不重？”他问，一边已经伸手去拿背包里的小急救包。
"It hurts, but I don't think it's broken," Greta said, wincing as she gently rotated her foot. "I can probably still walk on it, just slowly."
“很疼，不过我觉得没有骨折，”格蕾塔皱着脸，轻轻转动着脚说，“我大概还能走，只是得慢一点。”
They were less than a mile from the summit. Turning back felt like giving up on something they'd been planning for months. But the trail ahead grew even steeper. Loose gravel covered it, which would be difficult to manage on an injured ankle.
他们离山顶已经不到一英里了。现在掉头，感觉就像放弃一件他们计划了好几个月的事。可是前面的路更陡了。路上盖着松散的碎石，脚踝受了伤，走起来会很困难。
"We have two choices," Hugo said carefully. "We push on to the top, or we head back down now while your ankle is still manageable."
“我们有两个选择，”雨果小心地说，“要么继续往上走到山顶，要么趁你的脚踝还撑得住，现在就往回走。”
Greta thought about it for a long moment, testing her weight on the ankle again. The view from the summit had been the whole reason they'd chosen this trail. She hated to miss it over something so small.
格蕾塔想了很久，又把重量放到脚踝上试了试。山顶的风景是他们选这条路线的全部原因。她不愿意为了这么一点小伤就错过它。
"If we go up and it gets worse, we'll be in real trouble coming down," she admitted finally. "I think we should turn back, even though I really don't want to."
“如果我们上去之后伤势更重了，下山时就真的麻烦了，”她终于承认，“我想我们应该回头，虽然我真的很不想。”
Hugo nodded, relieved she'd made the sensible choice rather than pushing through out of pride. He wrapped her ankle firmly with a bandage from the kit and offered his arm for support.
雨果点点头，松了一口气，她做出了明智的选择，而不是出于逞强硬撑下去。他用急救包里的绷带把她的脚踝紧紧缠好，伸出手臂让她扶着。
The walk down took nearly twice as long as usual, with frequent stops to rest. By the time they reached the car, Greta's ankle had swollen noticeably, but nothing worse had happened.
下山走了差不多平时两倍的时间，中途还频繁停下来休息。等他们走到车边时，格蕾塔的脚踝已经明显肿了起来，不过没有发生更糟的事。
"There's always next summer," Hugo said, helping her into the passenger seat. Greta managed a tired smile. "Next time, I'm definitely wearing better boots."
“明年夏天还有机会，”雨果一边说，一边扶她坐进副驾驶座。格蕾塔勉强挤出一个疲惫的微笑。“下次，我一定穿一双更好的靴子。”
