It was twelve o'clock and myself and Steven were feeding the ducks on the lake. It was fine until I went to get some more bread from my bag. When I came back, Steven was choking and couldn't breathe. I screamed for help but nobody came, it was all in slow motion. I frantically hit Steven on the back and everything, but nothing was working.
"Help me! He's not breathing!" I was practically hysterical by this point and Steven was going blue. Shane picked him up and started running towards a car. I followed him, not knowing what was going to happen. Shane sped to the private hospital at the end of the road and took Steven inside.
"Somebody! Quickly! Help! He's not breathing!"
Everything else happened in a blur and all I remember is being led away to a relative's room.