MAYA POV
The last time I sat in this type of room was when a little bundle of joy entered the world. But this time it's different, this time wires and monitors is the only way I can know he's alive. When it happened, time froze. I don't know how it happened, how can I firefighter not understand what happened?
He was laying there, Nathan McDonnel. His skin was wrapped to heal the burns, his machines beeped, and I was scared.
"What happened, Bishop?" Chief McDonnel asked.
"We believe it was an electrical fault" I answer.
"Did they say how he was?" He asked, his face was red, and his eyes were teary.
"No, but I did just want to say how sorry I am for not acting as quickly as I should have." I respond, I nervously wait as Chief McDonnel stares at me.
"You went in and saved my son?" He asked.
"Ripley and I went in. There was a small explosion, and your son ran towards the aftermath but tripped, he got trapped. We luckily got everyone out, but he was the last one we got to" I confess, it's not exactly easy telling a father that we helped his child last.
"Thank you, Bishop. I'll thank Ripley later." I nod and he sits by his son's side. I take a second to look at the scene in front of me before I walk out.
"Maya Deluca-Bishop" I hear from behind me, the one person I hoped would somehow avoid any talk of me coming here, the only person who I hoped wouldn't notice my arm in its sling.
"Is that a sling I see? What did you do?" Carina shouted, stomping her way towards me.
"Uh-yeah. So, there was a fault and a whole team got caught... I needed to help. You see-uh I needed to go in and rescue them with Ripley." I stutter, hoping that something stops my wife's Italian temper.
"I swear to God, if I hear a different story from Ripley... you'll be on the couch or even the floor for the next two weeks." She threatens, turning on her heels before she walks away from me.
CARINA POV
Was it a good idea to go and shout at my wife before asking if she was actually okay... maybe no. But didn't she choose this job so she could see the fire, SEE the fire, and not run in. I left her standing there shocked, I could see the clogs in her head turning as she tried to talk back.
I didn't necessarily have anywhere to be after I left her, so I wondered around. I eventually found the man of the hour, Ripley.
"Ah Bishop's wife. I don't think we've met before" Ripley says.
"Carina Deluca-Bishop" I shake his hand and he clears his throat.
"I'm guessing with that walk of yours, you wanted to check if your firefighter was doing her job and didn't try to be a hero" He guesses, a smirk on his face as he sees me nod slightly.
"Bishop wouldn't do that. She has you and the kids, there's no way she'd put herself in harm's way unless she needed to. But I do love some pettiness, put her on the couch for tonight just to mess with her" Ripley winks and turns to the nurse helping him with his dressings.
I walk away with a broad smile on my face as the idea sticks with me.
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"Hi beautiful" My wife cheerfully says as she enters the kitchen. She visited the station after the hospital, apparently, she wanted to talk to the team about her little adventure. She also wanted our children to get a tour of the fire station for what feels like the 200th time.
She walks towards me and leans in for a kiss but I'm quicker. I put my finger on her lips – signalling that she should probably shut up and also not attempt to kiss me. She looks at me confused.
"Guess who I ran into after our little talk" I start, and she rolls her eyes. "Rolling your eyes isn't going to fix this" I tease, and I watch as she resists rolling her eyes again.
"Ripley told me that you did try to be the hero and that you were the first one in. Did you lie to me, Bishop?" I question her.
"I may have gone in first but-" I interrupt her, and she huffs loudly.
"So, you went in first to be the hero... I guess it's the couch for you tonight" I respond, and her eyes widen. It looked as if I'd swept the rug right from under her feet.
