FRIENDLY FIRE: A 9-1-1 fanfiction

Part Thirteen: The Pier

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EMMA

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"One wave did all of this?" Hen gaped, looking out at the damage to Santa Monica.

It was horrific, water surrounding buildings, leaving cars to float around and I had no doubt that amongst the damage, there would be hundreds of bodies.

I sighed, walking away from the ladder, towards Eddie and Bobby.

"We already had two so far," Incident commander Harlan explained quickly, going through his sheets, "Expect another four or five before it starts to recede. We're commandeering everything that'll float to supplement our Zodiacs."

"I heard there were four firehouses in the path of this thing," Bobby said, his concern clear as he followed after the commander.

"Yeah, they've all checked in," Harlan stated, "Except for the 136. They were responding to a call at the pier when the surge hit, so if you see any blue out there..."

"We'll holler," Bobby promised him before turning back to us, "Let's gear up and get out there, it's going to be a long shift."

"Yes, Sir," I accepted the gear Eddie handed me off the truck, switching out quickly.

We were out on a dingy minutes later, surrounded by debris and the sounds of car sirens; I thought I knew what damage looked like but I was starting to see a whole new definition of it. A definition that included us having to check for pulses and tag dead bodies almost immediately.

"Okay, let's work fast, people, we're in between waves," Bobby ordered but his voice lacked most of his usual authority, a whole lot of caution dampening it.

"Help! Please! Help!" A woman's voice shouted out from somewhere nearby.

"You guys hear that?" I turned my head, looking for the source, spotting a white yacht crashed into the side of a building.

"I see them!" Bobby declared, "Be careful, guys. Unstable."

We nodded in acknowledgement as we reached the yacht, starting to slowly board it.

"My fiancé and my son, they're inside!" The woman yelled, "Please hurry!

"I'll check you out, sir," Chim stopped at the man laying on deck,

"You need a hand?" I stopped next to him,

"Please," He nodded quickly,

"Emma?" Eddie called from inside the cabin,

"With Chim on support," I shouted back,

"Roger that!"

I crouched down beside Chimney and the victim, looking between the two of them, "Where do you need me?"

"Hold this," Chimney ordered, making me move my hand over the cotton pad he was holding to the man's head, "and talk to him, he might have a concussion, I want him as alert as possible."

"On it," I nodded before turning to the man, "can you tell me your name?"

"Uh..." The guy groaned, looking around slightly, "Kevin, Kevin Dooge."

"Alright, Kevin, my name's Emma, can you tell me where you are?" I smiled slightly, trying to keep him calm.

Kevin tried to move his head again before wincing, "I knew where I was before the disaster but now, I'd guess somewhere in LA."

"Somewhere in LA is right," I tried to joke, "you're in Santa Monica. There was a tsunami."

"Yeah, I think I felt it," Kevin offered a weak joke.