Heaven to Hell

His arms lay at the side of his motionless body, sound from the startled animals murmured in the distance, but silence surrounded the forest’s opening were the disaster had happened. It seamed peaceful at the time and the battered wings of the helicopter still turned slowly round in the gentle breeze. James’ expression still sent a happy glow over his face, which matched the bright yellow ‘happy 9th birthday’ badge stuck now deep into his chest from the fall. A dull light from the fire burned crackling in the cockpit, as it caught breath from the open window next to the pilot’s head. The fallen sycamore tree leaned nicely underneath the helicopter’s feet, whilst one startled squirrel ran across the bark to James’ body. It was all happening so slowly now as it had been some hours since the catastrophe. Shortly after another helicopter could he heard overhead hearing the distress calls sent out by the pilot before he dies and landed close by in another clearing. The hurried newcomer at the job jumped out at a speed through its door carrying a stretcher for one of the injured party but caught a glimpse of James at first and went straight in his direction as he was easiest to get to. James lay next to the metal door of the fallen helicopter as he’d jumped out near the end of the crash. His foot was covered in blood and lay on a single thread of skin before coming off as the nurses picked him up and put him onto the stretcher. This was all they could do at the time and darted off the to nearest hospital after checking the pilot’s dead pulse and leaving him for the urgent case of James.

‘Next is the update to all of Devon’s ‘crazy’ goings on in the past 24 hours .’ yelled the reporter from BBC1’s news at 10 named Roger Federer as he stood at the lading place of the crashed helicopter. Anxious on-lookers from the hospital where James lay listened for the update.

‘I stand now at the site of James Eaton and pilot Phillip Carrier’s fall from the sky. I am told by technicians that as they flew one of the routine ‘have a go’ rides at the country wide Royal Air Force open days, where James was spending his ninth birthday when the engine overheated from customers pouring in all day and went out of control over Shilling Forest and the pilot could not use any methods of safety for a better landing before they crashed through the trees into this clearing at the bottom, splitting some of the helicopter in half and killing Philip. It was a lucky break for James, even though he’s still having to go through it, as he only lost his right foot in the fall, he is now being carefully treated at our hospital in Devon to get him through this traumatizing experience. That’s is from me, Roger Federer, at Shilling Forest BBC1, good bye until tomorrow and back to you at control in London.’

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Caught in the moment from the information she had just heard, as it was her idea for the birthday trip this year, Mrs. Eaton got up at once from her seat and switched off the public television in the waiting room and ran to find James accompanied by her husband. James was in a deep sleep at the time under heavy anesthetic incase he did come round and feel the pain from the blows to his head and now disabled foot. Many hopeful doctors surrounded his bed, all wearing overalls and masks talking amongst themselves on what condition he ...

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