There was a sharp rapping at the door–frantic and insistent. I opened it to find the two children from next door. The oldest, left in charge, was holding her brother’s arm with concern. He had fallen and hit his head she said–their parents were out.
I immediately had the boy sit down while I ran to get a towel to hold to his bloody and bleeding head.
I drove him to the urgent care center and sat with him for two hours in the waiting room. He snuggled against me.
Nothing could be done without his parents’ consent.
Flash Fiction of 100 words. But it’s not fiction!