You quickly dial the numbers 9-1-1, and it rings once. "Hello, 911 operator. How may we help you?" 

 

"Hello?" your voice comes out shakily and weak. "I-it's my brother... he was hit by a t-truck." 

 

"Ma'am where is he now?" 

 

You turn to look out the window and see his body in the middle of the road where you left it. 

 

"Ma'am is he alive?" 

 

"No." 

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Yes. He's not moving and there's no pulse." 

 

"Okay. Are you hurt?" 

 

"Physically, no." 

 

"Where are your parents?" 

 

"Running errands, I haven't called them yet." 

 

"Okay, we're sending help. Sit tight. Help is on the way. It'll all be okay." 

 

"Okay." you agree numbly. 

 

After hanging up, you decide to call your mother.