"He's -" Bob turned. The boy was not behind him. He turned back to Sheila. " Maybe he was too scared to come in." They rushed to the porch and saw nothing but the ink-black storm. Then a bolt of lightning briefly illuminated the driveway.He was lying face down, a few steps from the car, the rain slapping his motionless body." My God!" Bob gasped. He ran to the boy and turned him over."He's unconscious," he shouted to Sheila, who was standing on the porch."Bring him in. I'll call a doctor!" she shouted back." No-it looks bad. I'm gonna take him to the hospital."In an instant she was by his side. The child opened his eyes. She felt his forehead as Bob lifted him.
"He's absolutely boiling!" She opened the car door as Bob gently placed him inside. "I'll come with you.""No. Go in and warn the hospital."