Last month, my cousin stopped moving. My aunt Josie called me, out of the blue, and told me this.
I said, ‘What are you calling me for? You ought to be calling an ambulance!’
She said that it wasn’t the sort of thing to call an ambulance about. That Alex wasn’t ‘sick’. He was just refusing to move. She wanted me to come over. Try to talk some sense into him. I said I’d be there straight away, but I had no idea what I could do to help. I hadn’t seen Alex in years.