James sat up in his bed, his heart pounding. The wind was banging the tree branches against the window.
"Don't be a dork." James muttered to himself. He was too old to be scared of a silly wind storm. He was also thirsty. James shivered as he climbed out of bed. He pulled his robe off the hook on the back of his door and pulled it on as he started down the stairs. He was surprised when his foot hit something laying on the bottom steps. He ran his hand on the wall until he found the switch.
"Dad." James yelped as the light came on and he saw his father was sprawled on the floor. He saw the blood as he knelt down. It was coming from under his father's head.
James ran into the kitchen and grabbed the phone from its cradle on the counter.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"It's my dad. He fell down the stairs and he's not moving."
"Is your father awake?"
"No."
"Is he bleeding?"
"Yeah. Hurry please."
"Help is on the way. What's your name?"
"James. James Kincaid."
"And can you confirm your address, James?"
"1723 Willow Lane."
"Good, James. Is there anyone else in the house with you?"
"No. Just me and my dad."
"Just stay calm, James. An ambulance is on the way. My name is Tracy and I'm going to stay on the line until they get there."
"Okay." James nodded. "Help is coming, Dad." He whispered.
