On the floor lying on his back, still tied into his harness, rope lying slack about his body was a climber who had evidently taken a lead fall from Regent Street: a classic E2 at Millstone Edge on this Peak District crag. His mate’s anxious call had alerted me when I had been walking by.
As a first aider I was happy to offer my help. The casualty was conscious and talking to me. Dazed and confused, the last thing he remembered was climbing above his gear 5m or so further up the rock face. His mate was clearly worried and panicked and by now calling the ambulance service.
I checked the fallen climber for any potential injury: I could feel swelling under the jeans of his right thigh. Continuously I was mentally checking through my list of ABCs – A – Airway open, B – Breathing (he’s talking), C – Circulation – possibly internal bleeding from a broken femur? Though his breathing was quickened it was not fast nor was it shallow plus his skin colour was pink and he felt warm to the touch. For now at least the only action I would take as a first aider would be to call the emergency services again – specifically for mountain rescue. Additionally as a first aider my role now was to reassure the casualty and his mate too that all was going to be ok.