Walter backed away.

Gavin saw the panel tilt toward the shelving and instinctively braced it with his shoulder while Toby pulled the cart free.

The support dropped and pinned Gavin’s lower leg beneath a narrow gap.

Walter found a length of timber and made enough room for the leg to avoid further pressure, but they could not safely free him.

“Why didn’t you call emergency services then?” I asked.

Toby stared at his hands.