The next day Ethan begged Cal to take him to the park again. He really wanted to play outside. Reluctantly he took his brother out. Cal sat on the bench watching his little brother climbing on the climbing frame. He got to the top and then began to panic. 'Cal! Help me, it's too high, I can't get down!' He cried.
Cal jumped off of the bench and ran over. 'I'm coming' he shouted as he began climbing. As he reached the top he slipped and fell off of the climbing frame in a heap. Ethan struggled down and then ran to where Cal was splayed on the grass. 'Caleb? Cal, are you alright?' He asked.
Cal didn't respond. He was unconscious. Ethan looked at his brother whose head laid in a pool of blood. 'Cal, you're scaring me, please say something' he whispered, tears springing to his eyes. He reached into his brother's pocket and took his phone. He dialled a number. He wasn't sure who to call so he dialled the first number he could think of. 'Hello. Cal?' The voice came.
'Auntie Jess, It's me Ethan! Something has happened. I need help. Cal's hurt. I'm scared.' He blurted down the phone.
'Calm down, Eth. What's happened and where are you?' She asked her youngest nephew
'We're at the park. He fell from the climbing frame. It's my fault. I was too scared to come down by myself so he came to help me but then he fell.' He cried.
'It was an accident, it's not your fault. Just stay where you are, don't move him.' She instructed.
They hung up the call. Moments later Ethan saw his Auntie's car pull up on the street. She was a doctor at the hospital. She carried a medical bag with her. 'Auntie Jess, We're over here' he called. She ran over and put an arm around his shoulders.
'It's alright, don't worry. You did the right thing calling me' Jess was a medical officer in the army. She had recently come back from Iraq. As she spoke Cal started coming round.