Takemi Shirou ran out the house which was was being destroyed by a fire. In his arms, he held a little boy.

"It's okay, Kousuke," he told the young boy calmly. 

Kousuke eyes met with his older brother "Big... brother..." Kousuke spoke weakly.

Shirou held his little brother close "Shh, its okay, I'm here. Help is on the way."

"Mommy! Daddy!" Kousuke tried to scream. 

Shirou held his tears in and hugged his little brother. "I don't think they made it," he cried.

Kousuke coughed and looked at his brother. "It hurts..."

Shirou looked at him. "I know, just try and take deep breaths in for me and the paramedics will know what to do."

Shirou's eyes met with flashing lights. "Kousuke, help is here!"

Kousuke looked at his brother. "Big brother..."

Shirou walked over to the paramedics and handed Kousuke over. "I don't know how much smoke he's inhaled."

"We'll work on him and we'll both get you to the hospital, but first - is there anyone else in the house?" one of the paramedics spoke.

Shirou nodded. "Yes, our parents. I tried to get them, but the fire is too strong."

"YOU NEED TO GET BACK!" a firefighter yelled. "Sir, please get back," a policewomen gently pushed the older boy back.

Kousuke was placed onto an ambulance bed with an oxygen tank over his face to help him breath. 

"Take deep breaths for me," an older paramedic spoke.

Shirou watched his brother then his eyes met on the burning house as the firefighters tried to tackle the fire.

"Sir, you need to come with us. You need treatment," Shirou nodded and turned to the paramedic.

"Is my little brother okay?" Shirou asked.

"He's stable, but needs more treatment at the hospital."