Treating a dying child made me reflect on my role as a paramedic

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Two ambulances and a helicopter didn’t make any real difference to the outcome, but we gave the parents hope

We arrived at the scene in an ambulance to see the usual collection of bystanders clustered around a body. It was a child. She was still alive. A pale grey face, mumbling and moaning, eyes half shut and flickering. There was blood pooling from a wound to the back of her head and one of her legs was facing the wrong way.

The five-year-old girl had been struck by a car. The driver hadn’t been speeding or driving recklessly. The road was quiet. She had been out on her scooter. Suddenly, with a child’s spontaneity, she rode her scooter off the pavement and onto the road. The driver didn’t have time to brake.

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