Veien i Gudbrandsdalen var som et bånd som slynget seg gjennom det gyldne landskapet.

The road in Gudbrandsdalen was like a ribbon winding through the golden landscape.

Trærne lyste i alle nyanser av gult og oransje.

The trees shone in all shades of yellow and orange.

Lars, Astrid og Jens kjørte med vinduene nede, og kjentlufta var kjølig og frisk.

Lars, Astrid, and Jens drove with the windows down, and the familiar air was cool and fresh.

Lars satt bak rattet.

Lars was behind the wheel.

Han likte følelsen av frihet, vinden som rusket i håret og utsikten over de rullende åsene.

He liked the feeling of freedom, the wind messing with his hair, and the view of the rolling hills.

Ved siden av seg hadde han kameratene Jens og Astrid.

Beside him were his friends Jens and Astrid.

Jens kikket opp fra kameraet sitt, alltid på jakt etter det perfekte bildet.

Jens glanced up from his camera, always on the hunt for the perfect shot.

"Se den utsikten, da!

"Just look at that view!"

" utbrøt Jens, og knipset et bilde av de fjerne fjellene.

exclaimed Jens, snapping a picture of the distant mountains.

Astrid smilte og pakket tepper utover setene.

Astrid smiled and spread blankets over the seats.

Hun var alltid forberedt, alltid med en løsning på lur.

She was always prepared, always with a solution up her sleeve.

Lars prøvde å skjule sin svake pusting.

Lars tried to hide his shallow breathing.

Han hadde ikke fortalt vennene sine om at han hadde brukt opp alle medisinene sine.

He hadn't told his friends that he'd run out of all his medication.

Han ville ikke bekymre dem eller virke svak.

He didn't want to worry them or appear weak.

Men etter hvert som veien klatret høyere, kjente Lars brystet stramme til.

But as the road climbed higher, Lars felt his chest tighten.

Han pustet tyngre nå.

He was breathing heavier now.

Valget var enkelt i hans hode: festen skulle ikke stoppes.

The choice was simple in his mind: the party should not stop.

Men Astrid hadde allerede merket endringen i ansiktet hans.

But Astrid had already noticed the change in his face.

"Lars, går det bra med deg?

"Lars, are you okay?"

" spurte hun bekymret.

she asked concernedly.

Lars lo avvisende, "Ja, ja, jeg er bare litt sliten.

Lars laughed dismissively, "Yeah, yeah, I'm just a little tired."

" Astrid nølte, men bestemte seg for å stole på ham.

Astrid hesitated but decided to trust him.

Da de fortsatte videre, ble lufta i bilen anspent.

As they continued on, the air in the car became tense.

Lars slet med å skjule sin vanskelige pust.

Lars struggled to conceal his labored breathing.

Hver krapp sving var en kamp, men han insisterte på å fortsette.

Every sharp turn was a battle, but he insisted on continuing.

Astrid, som hadde kjent ham lenge, så rett gjennom fasaden hans.

Astrid, who had known him for a long time, saw right through his facade.

"Vi må finne en lege," sa hun bestemt.

"We need to find a doctor," she said firmly.

"Nei, jeg vil ikke ødelegge turen," protesterte Lars svak.

"No, I don't want to ruin the trip," protested Lars weakly.

"Din helse kommer først," sa Astrid bestemt.

"Your health comes first," Astrid said decisively.

"Vi vil hellere miste en dag enn å miste deg.

"We'd rather lose a day than lose you."

"Med Jens som støttet Astrid, snudde de bilen.

With Jens supporting Astrid, they turned the car around.

Veien tilbake føltes som evighet for Lars, som nå kjempet mot panikk.

The way back felt like an eternity for Lars, who was now fighting panic.

De kom til slutt til en liten klinikk i en fjellbygd.

They eventually arrived at a small clinic in a mountain village.

Legene tok Lars inn med en gang.

The doctors took Lars in immediately.

Han fikk behandling og kunne endelig puste lett igjen.

He received treatment and could finally breathe easily again.

Etterpå satt de tre vennene sammen utenfor klinikken.

Afterwards, the three friends sat together outside the clinic.

Lars, lettet men flau, takket dem.

Lars, relieved but embarrassed, thanked them.

Jens lo og slo ham på ryggen.

Jens laughed and patted him on the back.

"Ingen tur uten bittelitt drama, hva?

"No trip without a tiny bit of drama, huh?"

" spøkte han.

he joked.

Astrid smilte varmt.

Astrid smiled warmly.

"Neste gang sier du ifra med en gang, så vi slipper å bekymre oss sånn.

"Next time, let us know right away, so we don't have to worry so much."

"Lars nikket, takknemlig for vennene sine.

Lars nodded, grateful for his friends.

Han innså at det å være sterk betyr også å kunne be om hjelp.

He realized that being strong also means being able to ask for help.

Sammen vendte de tilbake på veien, klar for nye eventyr, nå en erfaring rikere.

Together, they returned to the road, ready for new adventures, now one experience richer.

Gudbrandsdalen lå fortsatt vidstrakt foran dem, og vennskapet deres føltes sterkere enn noen gang.

Gudbrandsdalen still lay vast ahead of them, and their friendship felt stronger than ever.