Grandpa is looking after six year old Greebil and Grandpa collapses. Grandpa's phone is an android and Greebil lives in an iphone household.
Greebil doesn't how to swipe and punch in 111 on android. And if he did, he doesn't know to ask for an ambulance and doesn't know his R D number since Greebil lives on a lifestyle block in Methven.
Greebil's parents are away for the week and Grandpa was in good health when he collapsed. They don't intend to call until they get to Singapore - a 10ish hour flight.
Greebil's gradpa is very still. Not talking. But he's warm and breathing. Greebil knows because he's cuddled up next to him.
He can't go to the neighbours. Strangers are scary and at the house nearest, the mum is very smiley and nice but used to have a yelly boyfriend and her house is a bit run down. Boyo and Girlsta who also live there used to be Greebil's friends until the yelly boyfriend but now Greebil's mum says he can't play there anymore because strangers are scary and can't be trusted.
The yelly boyfriend was gone before Greebil was even six but he's still not allowed to go over there or play with Girlsta and Boyo.
Greebil doesn't know any of his other neighbours.
It's been a lot of hours now. Grandpa is still warm but Greebil is hungry. There were biscuits in the pantry but they're all gone apart from the crumbs near Grandpa where Greebil had tried to feed him.
The stove is too dangerous. The knives are too dangerous. The kettle is too dangerous. The cereal is too high because Greebil has gotten into it before when he shouldn't have and Greebil has been told not to stand on chairs. Too dangerous.
Greebil has seen his mum put 2-minute noodles in the microwave though. He's not used the microwave before, but he tries. He opens a packet and puts it in a bowl and puts it in the microwave. He pushes 2 and start but the microwave dings really quickly so he looks at the packet and there is a picture. He puts in 2 0 0 and hits start.
It goes for longer this time but starts to smell weird. It dings and Greebil take it out but the bowl is hot and it burns. He drops the bowl and the noddles fall on the ground. They don't look like mum's noodles. They're still hard and black on top.
Greebil looks at the packet again and sees another picture of a kettle pouring steamy water. But the kettle is too dangerous.
Grandpa isn't breathing now. He's getting cold. Greebil puts a blanket over him and stares, not knowing what to do.
He finds some porridge oats and eats those raw. They don't have milk. They were going to get some when Grandpa collapsed.
Greebil hopes everything will be okay. He's done his best but he's scared and alone and hasn't been equipped to help himself or others.
He lies beside Grandpa and snuggles in. He takes Grandpa's arm and has it hug him.
Grandpa is even colder now.
Greebil snuggles in tighter and goes to sleep hoping Grandpa will be better when they wake up.
