GRACE
Outside, near the ambulance bays, my pulse thuds in my ears as I hit ‘call’. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say because I don’t understand what’s going on. I’ve seen people drunk a thousand times, but James wasn’t just drunk, he was…hell I don’t even know what he was.
“Hello?” a man answers, and I gather a deep breath.
Crap. I don’t know your name. “Um, hi. Are you James Davidson’s brother?”
“Yes. Where is he?” His words are rushed, panicked, almost as if he knows something’s happened.
“He’s in A&E. I-I’m not entirely sure what’s happened. I think he’s taken somethi-”
“Is he okay?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. He seems fine now. The doctor is with him. He fell and hit his head. His wrist is swollen, too, so they’re sending him to X-ray soon.”
“s**t,” he mutters. “I can’t get there
