FRIENDLY FIRE: A 9-1-1 fanfiction

Part Fifteen: Lost and Found

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EMMA

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"Broken ribs, bruised lungs, bruised abdomen, fractured pelvis, honestly I'm surprised you're still conscious," the paramedic chirped happily as he wrapped bandages around my waist.

"Whoopie," I grumbled, digging my nails into the seat of the truck we were riding in. It was a pickup truck that had been volunteered by the police so I was sat in the open boot with the paramedic while Henry and his mother sat in the car.

"There's gonna be some internal bleeding so don't worry about that too much but if it gets too dark or painful, head to a hospital again. You can also expect soreness and irritation of the lungs," He finished explaining, clicking his pen on, the torch on his head momentarily blinding me as he moved.

"Good to know."

"Not too optimistic?" The paramedic conversed easily, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's the middle of the night, my crew are out rescuing people and I'm out of commission because of my dumb lungs," I snapped in annoyance. Not at him or at Bobby, I was grateful for them, I was just annoyed at myself for getting into the situation in the first place.

"Your 'dumb' lungs," the paramedic air-quoted, "that were hit with a couple hundred pounds of wood. You're lucky to even be here, firefighter."

"I don't feel too lucky," I shook my head slowly, "and neither do the people still out there waiting for our help."

"We'll get to them," the paramedic smiled again, wider this time, "to quote Mrs Doubtfire, 'help is on the way, dear, help is on the way'."

I blinked at him slowly, "Right..."

"So, your crew!" He quickly changed the topic, "where'd they head off?"

I sighed, slumping my shoulders as he handed me back my uniform t-shirt to put back on, "Gas leak at an apartment complex, dispatch found it."

"Sounds rough," he frowned, "painkillers?" He changed the topic again, offering me two white pills.

"Can't hurt," I huffed, trying to get more air into my lungs as I accepted them and slipped them into my mouth.

"Listen, I can clear you to get back out there but I don't recommend it," the paramedic shrugged, "I would suggest rest, water and some food... but I also know what you lot are like so..."

"So I'm cleared?" I raised a brow slightly,

The paramedic grinned again, placing his hand on his heart, "Thou firefighter Emma Gonzales are hereby cleared to return to thy duties."

I nodded slowly, my face clearly betraying how confused I was, "You're kind of funny...uh..."

"Adam," he held his hand out to me, "Adam Morgan."

"Cool," I took his hand, "it's nice to meet you."

"If only under better circumstances," he shrugged slightly before sighing, "this is your stop."

I looked around us, at the flood lights set up and the people moving around all over the place, doctors, nurses, patients and survivors. It looked like anyone's worst nightmare. "Thanks for the ride."

"You betcha and, hey," Adam leaned over the side of the pickup as I jumped out, "give yourself a minute before you get back out there. It would be a shame to lose such a dedicated firefighter to the job."

"Aye, aye, captain," I saluted him before opening the car door for Henry and his mom.

"Thank you," She mumbled, shuffling out of the car carefully with the boy wrapped up in her arms, "how are you feeling?"