A year later...
Harry squealed with laughter as Danny chased him around the front room. The mischievous pair had come up with a new game. They called it 'Ghost Hunters'. This time Danny was the Hunter and Harry was the ghost.
Harry climbed up onto an arm chair. Danny glared at him. With a smile Danny climbed onto the couch. He launched his small body towards the armchair, but fell short. With a loud crunch Danny landed on the coffee table. The five year old screamed in pain. Harry scrambled off the chair and over to his cousin, tears pouring down his cheeks. "Danny?" Harry asked. "Danny?"
Danny was in too much pain to answer. Harry stood awkwardly by his cousins side. Danny clutched at his broken arm and screamed louder. Harry's tears began to flow faster and he closed his eyes sobbing. He didn't know what to do! How could he help Danny? He squeezed his eyes tighter shut and thought with all his two year old might that Danny was okay. With a shuddering gasp the screams of agony turned into pained whimpers. Harry opened his eyes.
Danny was sat up, still clutching his arm but it looked less mangled than it did before. Danny was staring at Harry with wide eyes.
At that moment Maddie ran into the room with a first aid kit. "What happened Danny?" She asked.
"We were playing Ghost Hunters and I fell of the sofa and onto the coffee table," Danny answered, still whimpering.
With a quick check, Maddie told Danny it would just be bruised. Danny hugged her and looked at Harry. The five year old knew his arm had been broken and he knew that Harry had something to do with it no longer being broken. But what he didn't know was how. How had a two year old healed his arm?