Michael opened his eyes weakly. An oxygen mask was around his mouth and nose. He breathed in normally fogging up the plastic. He looked around him. In front of him was a building on fire. To his left there was a paramedic that said something he couldn't hear. To his right was Melissa on a stretcher being pushed to an ambulance. He sat up and pulled the mask off.
"Sir!" The paramedic yelled shocked at his actions.
Michael ran over to Melissa's stretcher. He put his hand on the metal rim and ran with the men that pushed her "Mel, it's okay, it's going to be okay" he said coughing.
They finally reached the ambulance and Michael was left behind. He watched them drive away down the dirt driveway and put their sirens on.
"Sir, you need oxygen!" The paramedic ran over to him and grabbed his arm helping him back to his stretcher.
"What happened? Why is she going to the hospital?" He demanded pushing away the plastic oxygen mask.
"You need to wear this" the paramedic struggled.
"Answer my questions!" He yelled taking the mask from her hands and putting it on his face.
The paramedic fiddled with the oxygen "we got a call from a pedestrian that the old factory building was on fire so we headed down here" she stopped what she was doing and looked at Michael "when we got here the entire building was ablaze, we didn't think anyone was inside until we heard a girl screaming for help and that's when we found you two. Once we got inside she passed out and we carried you both to the stretchers, we gave you both oxygen but she wasn't-"
Police sirens sounded up the road and Michael and the paramedic turned their heads to observe.
"Greendale!" Michael yelled noticing him getting out of the car "thank you" he said to the women before running over to the officers "Greendale!"
Greendale turned around at his name "Clifford! I should've known!" He yelled. McGee walked over with him reaching for his gun.
"Melissa's hurt!" Michael yelled.
Greendale looked at Michael and back at the building that was calming down now "what'd you do?" He asked looking back at Michael.
"Nothing sir! We have to get to the hospital!"
McGee turned to Greendale and nodded.
"Michael stay here" Greendale said walking over to the chief fireman and telling him something quickly before leaving.
Michael stood fiddling his fingers impatiently.
Greendale walked over to his squad car and opened the doors "come on Michael" he said.
Michael ran over to the passengers side and put his seatbelt on. Greendale buckled up "McGee I want you to find out who did this-"
"Jay Slone and Grey Wayed!" Michael cut in "They did it!"
Greendale looked over his shoulder at Michael in the passengers seat. He looked back at McGee "Jay Slone and Grey Wayed" he repeated starting the engine and turning on his police lights. They zoomed out of the lot down the path of the ambulance "dye your hair naturally and I might just like you" Greendale remarked.
"Turn left" Michael directed.
Greendale raced down the road with the sirens screeching in the background. Traffic was light and it was easier to ovoid stopping. Finally reaching the hospital they pulled up around the front and jumped out of the squad car.
Michael ran inside leaving Greendale behind "excuse me! My girlfriend is here, she was in a fire and-and they took her here!" Michael panicked talking to the lady at the front desk who was typing.

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FanfictionMichael Clifford has a bad habit of getting into trouble ☠ And that's why he likes the good girls ☠ You've been warned ☻