Jared Gilmore Imagines

My Little Firefighter | J.G.

Synopsis: There was a fire in your building while Jared was away filming.

Y/N

8:35 P.M.

Coming back from work, I was exhausted. Tiredly, I walked up to my room leaving my bag behind on the floor.

Once I opened the door, I took off my shoes and threw myself on the comfy bed. Without realising I was drifting off into a deep sleep.

10:47 P.M.

I woke up by the loud sound that didn't seem to stop. The smell of smoke quickly filled my lungs. I then realized that there was a fire in some place inside this building. Trying not to freak out, I grabbed my jacket and put on my boots as fast as possible.

That was until I felt something hot hit my arm. Screaming, I fell down to the floor, grabbing my now red skin. Somehow the fire managed to enter my apartment.

The agonizing pain never ceased. I stood up slowly, still recovering from my burnt. I tried to walk, supporting myself by holding into the pieces of furniture in front of  me.

I was now close to the door. About to the grab the door handle, I fell to the floor, once again the fire hitting me, this time feeling the pain going through all my back.

I yelled louder than before, calling the attention from the firefighters outside. I was about to pass out, only being able to see black spots. Until I heard the door slam open and people screaming orders.

I was then carried off the floor and out of the building, like if I was a feather. The smoke got into my lungs, and there was no way to stop it; I passed out.

Jared's POV:

We were in the middle of rehearsals when I got a phone call from my girlfriend. Cheerfully, I answered waiting to hear her adorable voice. I was disappointed when I heard an older lady's voice.

"Is this Mr. Gilmore?"

"This is him. Who's calling?"

"The hospital. It's about Y/N Y/L/N."

Standing up hesitantly I answered.

"What happened? Is something wrong?"

"She's currentlly on the emergency room, getting her injuries treated. We thought you would want to know that our doctors are doing their best, since the fire yesterday."

At the mention of the word "fire", my phone slipped from my hands and crashed in the floor.

"Is something wrong?" I heard Robbie ask.

"I need a ticket back home." I said while running back to the dressing rooms to get my bags and leave to the airport.

Leaving the cast behind, I called a taxi that took me to the airport. Where I got a last minute plane ticket.

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Once the plane landed, I grabbed another taxi to the nearest hospital. Sweating, I ran to the receptionist's desk I said Y/N's name.

"Second floor, room 7." she said after looking through the computer.

I ran to the elevator and waited impatiently. When I arrived, to the floor I needed to go, I began looking for the room #7.

After about five minutes, I found it. Scared to see what my eyes would witness, I grabbed the handle, turned it and entered the room.

I saw her body lying down on the hopital bed. With tons of cables keeping her alive. She had many burn marks throughout her body. The sight broke my heart completely.

I walked up to the bed and sat down on the chair next to her stiff body.

A few tears leaving my face, I grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss in its back.

"You're so strong baby. I'm so proud of you for making it out. You're my little firefighter."

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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this imagine I just made. Originally I posted this on my tumblr as my "Michael Clifford" imagine but thought you guys would like to read it here, so sorry for any mistakes.