MilaA lump rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I hoped the men had had a chance to say goodbye.When I left the room, I walked to the nurse’s station and recorded the time of death and the cause. I logged the file, and I excused myself.In the restroom, I closed myself into a cubicle and finally let myself fall apart. Sobs racked my chest, and I doubled over, wrapping my arms around myself as if I could keep it together if I did it physically. I’d known this was going to happen. I didn’t know how, but I’d known.Those men would never be the same. I had been lucky enough never to lose a parent, but I knew from what I had seen that the loss of a loved one changed you forever. I had even seen it in Ben, although he’d barely known his dad. Those three men, once they handled their grief in their own way, wouldn’t ever look at life the same.Maybe they would become bitter. Maybe they would blame themselves. Or maybe, they would celebrate the long life of the woman they’d lost, reme
BenOn Saturday, Jerrod and I went into town and found a bar that was hopping with patrons and loud music. I wanted something to draw me away from everyday life. And Jerrod didn’t want to get hammered at his parents’ place. We all needed a break sometimes.“We’re going all-out, tonight,” Jerrod said. “You’re going to have to suffer at work tomorrow.”I shook my head. “I have two days off in a row. Usually, I have twenty-four hours on, twenty-four hours off. But this weekend I have all to myself.”“Even better,” Jerrod said, and we clinked our beer bottles against each other.“So, how’s it going at the station?” Jerrod asked. “I bet you could pick up any woman in this room. A man in uniform and all that.” I laughed. “I guess I could.” But I didn’t want just any woman. Only one had been on my mind lately, a woman I wasn’t allowed to have.“I love my job,” I continued, talking about work rather than having to avoid talking about Mila because Jerrod asked the right questions. “I enjoy th
Ben“I’m not your girl,” Skylar said, pulling a face, and I laughed. Skylar obviously hated it when Jerrod hit on her, and for exactly that reason, he would keep doing it.Mila turned to me, and her smile softened. She looked beautiful, as always. Her hair was down around her face, the tips brushing her shoulders, and she wore a smoky type of eyeshadow that was so popular these days, and it made her look sexy and smoldering. She wore a little black dress that showed off her long legs and heels. I hadn’t seen her from behind, but I was sure it made her ass look great.Despite how hot she looked, there was something about her that was sad. She wasn’t moping, per se, but there was something about her that seemed a little defeated. I had the feeling it had something to do with work. If she wanted to talk about it, I would listen. If she wanted to forget, I would help. I wanted to be there for her. The feeling was so sudden, it caught me off guard. I hadn’t ever wanted to be there for some
MilaWhen I woke up later on Sunday, the sun was already high in the sky, and it fell right on my face through the curtains I had forgotten to close. I turned around and groaned. My head pounded something fierce, and I felt sick to my stomach.It was all the alcohol I had consumed with Ben. It was easy to keep drinking, especially if the company was good. The music played all night long, and the more I drank, the better I felt. Now that it was in the light of a new day—or later the same day—I regretted it all. Why did I drink? It made me feel like shit for a lot longer than it had made me feel good, and it was expensive. Although, the latter didn’t count this time because Ben had paid for my drinks.Which had been very sweet of him. I wondered if he suffered as much as I did today. He’d told me he had to be in great physical condition to be a firefighter and he’d trained for years to keep up his fitness. I had to admit, it made him look fantastic too. Muscular and delicious. But fitne
MilaWe were all on high alert. The woman’s heart stopped twice. We managed to bring her back with a crash cart, but I was terrified she wouldn’t make it through the night. The driver was losing blood so fast, it didn’t have a chance to clot. We had to give him extra blood, and thankfully, he had a common blood type and we had more than enough in the blood bank. When they needed something like O-negative, it got harder.By the time I could tear away for something as simple as a bathroom break, I had been running around for four hours, and there was still no sign of slowing down. I hadn’t paid attention to my hangover. There hadn’t been time. Now that I stopped to take a breath, my head thudded dully and I felt nauseous. I hadn’t had a chance to eat anything. The only thing I’d had all day was the tomato juice.After I finished in the bathroom, I bought a bottle of water and a cereal bar from a vending machine and forced it down even though I didn’t feel like eating.And it helped.Ben
BenSunday had been a fuckup. I had been so hungover, I hadn’t been able to function. My head had felt like it was going to explode, and I had spent half the day hugging the toilet, vomiting out everything my stomach contained even after there was nothing left to get rid of. It was a lesson in self-control if I’d ever had one.Moderation. I should have tried some.I had texted Mila in the morning, but she hadn’t replied. That kiss had been bouncing around in my mind since the moment I had woken up, and I had felt like a bastard for doing that to her when we obviously couldn’t be more.I didn’t even know if she felt anything for me. The passionate response I had gotten from her could very well have been the alcohol speaking. God knows she’d had as much as I’d had.And if she was in any kind of physical shape as I was, she would have suffered as much too. Judging by her spectacular body, she was in great shape, which meant we had both been suffering.I had been such an idiot drinking so
I nodded, and the guy called Jonas ran in with the other two guys. I had studied fire engineering, and Ted needed me to brainstorm a way to vent the wire on the one side and draw it toward the oxygen we gave it so it was safe for the men to start fighting it on the other side.I was explaining to Ted that a fire could consume itself if left alone for long enough when shouts from inside were heard, followed by a loud crash.“Shit,” Ted said, and we both ran. I watched as the building collapsed in front of me, one half crumpling like it was made of paper.“How many are still in there?” Ted shouted.“Three,” came the reply, and I could taste the fear.“Any civilians?”“Negative.”Shit. They were ours.The firemen turned their attention to the three men inside, forgetting about the fire for the moment. Ambulances were already on scene, and EMTs were on standby, ready to take care of anyone coming out.“We found them!” Tyler shouted from inside. He had gone in with Sam and Jay to retrieve
MilaOn Tuesday, we had our hands full with burn patients that had come in a steady stream from a warehouse fire just outside of town. I had seen burn victims before, but some of them were in a bad state, and Claire and I helped out in the ER where the nurses had their hands full. We were in the back, handling the worst cases.When a firefighter came in looking like he should have been dead, my heart stopped for a moment. He looked almost like Ben. Or least, the dark hair did. The rest of his face was burned severely.“Who is this?” I asked Claire breathlessly.“Jonas Murray,” Claire read the tag on the suit, and I could breathe again. It wasn’t Ben. I knew that being a firefighter wasn’t a safe desk job, but seeing this man so mangled and burned was an eye-opener. It was thanks to fighters like this guy and Ben that all the people in the ER were alive.“What happened to him?” I asked.“The EMT said a warehouse collapsed on him in a fire. He’s lucky to be alive. I spoke to the guy who