I watched the boy drop to the floor. "Hey!" I yelled and then crouched on one knee, supporting his head against my arms. "Hey kid! Are you okay?!" I tapped his cheeks relentlessly but there was no response from him.
"Where the heck are his parents?!" I was rotating my head around in search of anyone that would take responsibility for this child, but it seemed he was all alone. From the tattered clothes he was wearing to his slight unkempt hair, it was safe to assume that he was most likely homeless.
People around began to gather, looming over me. "Is he okay?"
"Oh my goodness."
Whispers broke from the onlooking crowd. I pressed two fingers against his neck, he still had a pulse. Without wasting any more time, I jacked him up and opened the door to my back seat, lying him against the seat. I hopped into the driver's seat and then started my engines, rushing straight to the hospital.
