It's a disasterous. I secretly take 2 sticks before setting off. The air is thin, but I just feel like having it. AC air is thinner and these 2 sticks won't do me any harm....
After walking less than 50m, trying to catch up with the pace of the team, I found myself get weak. Every step is so difficult to "push". Gradually, I see mountains, trees and walk path almost covered with snow. My heart told me to stop for a while. I sat down and closed my eyes: "a while, rest a while".
When I opened my eyes again, I can't see a thing. My world is in a white. "No! Get up! Push remember!" I tried but my body is too weak. I feel that my legs are being raised up high, giving me back soar. After a while, I heard my team mate voice: "Te! Don't sleep! Wake Up! Don't sleep!" Next, I felt that I was carried to a grass area, I guess.
The first team mate I see is Aziz. I hold his hand tightly. I know I need time to move on, but I want them to continue. I hold him tightly: "Please move on"
"No worries. Don't sleep but take a rest"
"No! You all have to go EBC"
"Ok! Ok! We'll move on"
I don't trust him. I turned to call for Alan: "Don't worry. Don't worry". His answer sounds like we are all turning back.
I asked for Suhari, our team leader. Holding his hand, "Please move on, I want you guys to go EBC"
"Ok! Ok! We'll move on"
"Promise me?"
"Yes, I promise."
I stick up my last finger, "You promise?" We did the endorsement. Next, I asked for my bag and with my eyes still closed, I feel for the flag and passed it to him sadly. I can't move on and they have to fly our Singapore flag at EBC. I hate myself
The trekking doctor gave me 2 aspirin to ease my chest pain. I was then moved to a room. My eyes remain close but I know Alan is all the while right at my side. I have back sore and he pushed me side way to keep me balance.
"I want the team to move on!". That is what I care at that moment.
When the chopper finally arrived, I can feel that there is at least 6 people carrying me up and down the hill towards the chopper. Half opened my eyes, I saw Helmit and Garnesh. I know everyone has a hard time carrying me. I hate myself for causing the trouble.
Before the chopper door closed, I stopped them: "Chocolate is in my bag. The team need the chocolate". "It's ok! They don't need it"
When the door closes, I hug onto Helmit: "Sorry! Sorry!"
Helmit, Garnesh and me flied away... while the other 3 continue fighting their way to EBC.