Within minutes, sirens echoed down the street, red and blue lights flashing across the storm-soaked asphalt. Paramedics rushed toward them as bystanders stepped back in shock. One of the paramedics knelt beside Daniel and gently touched his arm. “Sir, we need to move you.”
“My son,” Daniel managed. “Check my son first.”
Another paramedic crouched beside Ethan. “Hey buddy, can you wiggle your fingers for me?”
Ethan did, tears streaming down his face. “I’m okay,” he whispered.
Daniel closed his eyes briefly in relief.