When Hiro opened his eyes, he saw the paramedics bending over the gurney. Or, more accurately, the boy now strapped to the gurney. He couldn’t see clearly past all of the white uniforms, but his breath halted in his throat when he caught a brief glimpse of a familiar Converse sneaker under one woman’s elbow. His legs twitched to run. If there hadn’t been about a dozen police officers between him and his brother, he would have made a break for it. Instead he stood and stared with wide eyes, trying to get a clear view of his brother through the flurry of activity.