Amelia’s POV
I did the best I could for the child, pleased when he threw up a little. Hopefully there was enough of the poison there, out of his stomach, to help him. At least, he was breathing again.
When the paramedics came, I stepped aside to allow them the space to work. Quickly, I told them all that I had done, so they were aware of the steps already taken.
After stabilizing the child, they hurried him through the tent and out to the waiting ambulance. His mother moved quickly along behind them.
As the sound of sirens dimmed in the distance, the child on their way to the hospital and proper care, I felt a bit of relief alongside the worry. It was a confusing bunch of feelings.
I hoped beyond hop that the boy would be alright, but I was relieved he had seemed stable when they to
