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ZACHARY

I was panicking as we were heading to the hospital. The child was murmuring incoherent words I couldn't understand, and his tears kept streaming down his face, maybe because of pain. Blood covered his body, and it scared me.

He is young, maybe four or five years old, and looks so fragile. Why is there a child outside the building alone? Where are his parents? Why leave a small child not attended? My heart was pounding with worries as I held him in my arms.

Finally, we arrived at the hospital after thirty minutes of driving, and the child in my arms was now unconscious, which added to my fear. I quickly exited the car and rushed inside, calling for help. The hospital staff promptly came to aid me, and they brought him inside the emergency room.

"Zach, what happened? Why is there a child outside the building?" Jason asked the question, which I don't know the answer to as well.

"I don't know. I didn't even see him block my way. He's so small, Jason. What if something happened to