The Curse of Europa by Brian Kayser

isn’t blue and he seems to be breathing, he actually looks very pale,” he says to Fedoseev.
“Vell, helmet compartment is separated from rest of suit, there should be no depressurization; oxygen supply should be fine,” Fedoseev explains in quick breaths. “Also, it looks like his svollen hand and vist, has actually resealed suit,” he continues, pointing to Turk’s purple/red hand and wrist that has swollen up so much that it is tightly pressing against the inner cuff of his suit, mushrooming over like a fat man’s belly wearing pants that are too tight.
“Look, his helmet pressure and heat indicators on suit are pretty much normal,” Fedoseev continues, “but messed up his hand is going to be, I’m sure of that. He is in shock, vhich vould explain his pale complexion – yes?”
They pick him up and place him in the back of the rover. Fedoseev grabs a shiny blanket type item from a compartment and tightly wraps it around Turk’s hand to protect him from further cold and radiation exposure.
Hicks grabs a flashlight from the rover’s toolkit and walks over to the hole. He kneels down and carefully grabs the support rig that is sticking out of the ice so that he doesn’t slip down the hole as well. He shines the bright white light down the hole but doesn’t see anything except what looks like a bottomless pit.
“Doctor Evans! Doctor Evans, do you copy? Juliana do you copy!!?” Hicks yells into his com unit to no avail. There is no response, not even static.
He takes the flashlight and flips a switch on the handle which then makes both ends flash a bright red light, on and off, on and off. He drops the light down the hole, watching it descend slowly out of sight. After about 10 seconds it is completely gone. There were no signs that it hit anything solid.
He straightens upright and glances over at Jupiter peeking over the horizon, then he kicks an ice chunk while blurting out “God Dammit!” The ice chunk goes spinning away for a long distance on the slick ice. When he is finished watching the ice chunk’s trek he starts to walk back to the rover, hanging his head, wondering what to do now for Evans; if she is even still alive which he doubts. All of a sudden he starts to lose his balance as he feels a rumbling under his feet. A feeling that he does not like! He turns to look at the hole and sees a crack forming and water now seeping up out of the hole.
“Commander! Commander! Vee better get hell out of here! This does not feel good – no!” Fedoseev cries into the com in a panic.
“No argument here doctor, get to the rover,” Hicks shouts back, as he tries to run and keep his balance; the ground now shaking with more intensity. The ice where the crack was forming is now rising up, like a huge platform, with water spitting out sporadically.
A massive jolt of seismic energy knocks Hicks to his right side, causing him to hop on his right foot trying to regain his balance; flailing his arms like an out of control tight rope walker. Instead of regaining control he slips on the now wet, and very slippery surface, flat on his back. Luckily the low gravity kept his impact with the ground relatively soft, but apparently still hard enough to rupture a seal in his helmet – he knows this by the soft hissing sound he can now hear; followed by a beeping sound from the bio-suit’s environmental control unit which compensates by expending more oxygen. He sits up and then looks at the indicators displayed on his visor, showing that his helmet was losing pressure, but now seems to be okay with the extra oxygen being pumped in.
Meanwhile Doctor Fedoseev ( who may be geeky but is taking charge in a desperate situation ) has backed up the rover to where Hicks is sitting, the ground now shaking relentlessly back and forth and up and down. The shaking makes it impossible for Hicks to stand-up. At times it reminds him of being on a trampoline while someone else jumps next to you, sending you flying into the air. Huge