Do Something.
"What a bloody stupid thing to do" I say to myself as I turn the corner in my car and see the child dancing on the window sill by the large open window. "He'll fall out and kill himself"
I carry on up the road and pull my car up in the Medical Centres car park.
I'm here to do a survey of a room to plan out where new network and power points need to go, so I grab my pen and a pad of paper and exit the car.
As I make the for the Medical Centres entrance I hear it. It's a mournful crying and wailing that cuts me right to my bones. I turn slowly and without realising it, my feet have started me walking back down the road.
I cross the road and as I pass the parked cars I see on the ground a small shape with a slightly larger one standing by it clutching a phone. My eyes are drawn back to the small shape on the floor.
Time stops.
do something
So Small.
do something
So young.
Do Something
He's probably about the age of my nephew.
DO Something!
He's not moving.
DO SOMETHING!
Time starts.
"Have you phoned an Ambulance?" She doesn't answer she just wails more.
"Don't move him" I call over my shoulder I'm sprinting up the road now towards the medical centre; when did that happen?
I'm in the Medical Centre now; at the reception.
"I need a Doctor outside now, and I need you to phone an ambulance. A child has fallen from the first floor window" It's strange, I don't think I've ever heard my voice so emotionless before.
The reception staff are brilliant they jump to it, one runs to get a doctor, one grabs a phone and rings an ambulance a few run out to offer assistance. They make me feel like a useless incompetent fool. I have no idea what I'm doing, they know exactly what to do. I stand in reception staring round as everybody moves like a well oiled machine making themselves useful. I stand in the middle stupefied, gazing around.... I don't know what to do.
"I'll deal with the I.T guy" comes a voice from the crowd. I follow the voices owner who takes me off to the room that requires the room survey. Then it's all measuring and note taking and I'm away from everything that's happening outside. It's a quiet Oasis of calm away from the madness of moments ago. Things make sense here it's all numbers and logical. I finish my work and leave the room.
As I walk out of the Medical Centre two of the receptionists are talking together looking down the road. A couple of first responders have turned up and are crowded round the boy.
"Thanks for that." says one of receptionists nodding down the road. I nod, get in my car and drive off. An ambulance whizzes up the road in the opposite direction, lights flashing, sirens blaring. That's got to be good right? They don't send ambulances for...........people who no longer need them.
"Thanks for that." She said.
I know it's not really my fault but I said "He'll fall out and kill himself".
...Stupid prophetic me.
....I guess I'll never know if I was right.
"What a bloody stupid thing to do" I say to myself as I turn the corner in my car and see the child dancing on the window sill by the large open window. "He'll fall out and kill himself"
I carry on up the road and pull my car up in the Medical Centres car park.
I'm here to do a survey of a room to plan out where new network and power points need to go, so I grab my pen and a pad of paper and exit the car.
As I make the for the Medical Centres entrance I hear it. It's a mournful crying and wailing that cuts me right to my bones. I turn slowly and without realising it, my feet have started me walking back down the road.
I cross the road and as I pass the parked cars I see on the ground a small shape with a slightly larger one standing by it clutching a phone. My eyes are drawn back to the small shape on the floor.
Time stops.
do something
So Small.
do something
So young.
Do Something
He's probably about the age of my nephew.
DO Something!
He's not moving.
DO SOMETHING!
Time starts.
"Have you phoned an Ambulance?" She doesn't answer she just wails more.
"Don't move him" I call over my shoulder I'm sprinting up the road now towards the medical centre; when did that happen?
I'm in the Medical Centre now; at the reception.
"I need a Doctor outside now, and I need you to phone an ambulance. A child has fallen from the first floor window" It's strange, I don't think I've ever heard my voice so emotionless before.
The reception staff are brilliant they jump to it, one runs to get a doctor, one grabs a phone and rings an ambulance a few run out to offer assistance. They make me feel like a useless incompetent fool. I have no idea what I'm doing, they know exactly what to do. I stand in reception staring round as everybody moves like a well oiled machine making themselves useful. I stand in the middle stupefied, gazing around.... I don't know what to do.
"I'll deal with the I.T guy" comes a voice from the crowd. I follow the voices owner who takes me off to the room that requires the room survey. Then it's all measuring and note taking and I'm away from everything that's happening outside. It's a quiet Oasis of calm away from the madness of moments ago. Things make sense here it's all numbers and logical. I finish my work and leave the room.
As I walk out of the Medical Centre two of the receptionists are talking together looking down the road. A couple of first responders have turned up and are crowded round the boy.
"Thanks for that." says one of receptionists nodding down the road. I nod, get in my car and drive off. An ambulance whizzes up the road in the opposite direction, lights flashing, sirens blaring. That's got to be good right? They don't send ambulances for...........people who no longer need them.
"Thanks for that." She said.
I know it's not really my fault but I said "He'll fall out and kill himself".
...Stupid prophetic me.
....I guess I'll never know if I was right.
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