In reply to davidbeynon: Mine was just under a fortnight ago. We were climbing a new route in Morocco. Six long meandering pitches up, maybe one or two easier pitches left to the top with an hour or so of daylight left. Following a traverse, a hold detached itself and my partner was sent penduluming across broken ground; flipping upside down and hitting her head and foot. Fortunately the helmet did it's job but she'd shattered her Talus bone and dislocated her heel bone for good measure.
Thankfully she was still conscious and I lowered her a bit to a small ledge where she managed to fiddle in a dodgy wire to secure herself to. Two sketchy diagonal abseils on "interesting" gear got me to her position. No first aid to do as such, just an incredibly swollen foot, tears, apologies and being asked
whether I was ok. Four long accompanied abseils in the dark, going slowly over the awkward slabby ground, small roofs and overlaps to try and protect her foot. Abseiling into unknown ground was unnerving but pulling the ropes was the scariest part. The constant worry of the ropes getting jammed or hooked up on the abundant Cactus/Euphorbias or worse; pulling them or loose rock down on us. All the while being told by my partner
that I was doing really well.
Luckily the pulls were fairly clean till the last one, which after some persuasion finally came down after a concerted effort. When coiling the rope I had a nasty reaction, my eyes, lips and throat were all burning and breathing became very difficult, for a few minutes I couldn't see. I think this was brought on from the ropes getting covered in the poisonous sap from the Euphorbias when it pulled through some of them when it was hung up. My partner was quite concerned as apparently I was starting to look like Will Smith in Hitch.
One more shorter abseil got us to the base of the cliff about 2 hrs after the accident had happened. Only 3 hrs of bum scooting, crawling and hopping over scree and rough ground, 2 hrs of very slow dirt track driving (covering about 5km), 30 mins driving to our accommodation, 2 hrs driving to Agadir to get to a clinic, 3 days of f*cking around with the doctors/insurers (who only ever prescribed her Paracetamol for the pain), 2 flights back to the uk, 8 days of understaffed NHS inertia and she's finally had an operation done today to mend it.