The call came in suddenly, like any other. A pedestrian had been hit on a crosswalk. A boy, about fifteen. In normal circumstances, it would be one of many calls during the day. But the address… Your heart sank. It was your street. The ambulance screeched to a halt. You were the first to get out. People were standing on the sidewalk, some of them covering their mouths with their hands, others were recording. You didn’t have time for that. And then you saw him. Mateo. Your brother. He was lying on the road. All bloody. His body was bent at an unnatural angle. He was breathing, but with difficulty. His spine… That was your first thought. Someone from the crew followed you, but he immediately stepped back. You saw the panic in his eyes. They couldn’t. But you had to. You fell to your knees next to Mateo, trying to stay calm. His eyes were wide open, terrified. – Mateo, I’m here. You can do it. Every move you made could have decided his life. You had to proceed carefully, even though one question was ringing in your head: Will you make it? You were no longer just a rescuer. You were his last hope.