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Flu at the Station @Mrs_Michael_Cliffrod

''Man, it's raining cats and dogs out there!" Chet exclaimed.

Johnny took a bite of his sandwich, and said with his mouth full, "You can say that again."

The phone rang. Roy glanced up from the newest paramedic training manual, and said, "I'll get it."

"Fire Station 51, Paramedic Roy DeSoto speaking." There was a pause, then Roy said, "Alright, I'm going to have to ask the Captain, but I'm sure he'll be fine with it." Roy covered the mouthpiece with his hand and turned towards Chet. He said, "Hey Chet, do you know a Courtney?"

Chet nodded. "Yeah, I do. She's my sixteen-year-old sister."

Johnny said, still with a mouthful of food, "A sister!? You never told us that."

"I don't know how it never came up," Chet said, shrugging his shoulders.

"How could that just... never come up?" Johnny questioned further. "That just doesn't happen. At least not on purpose."

"Are you accusing me?"

"Yes, I am actually. You know, I think she'd be shocked, not to mention hurt, to discover you never even mentioned her."

Roy said, "Johnny! Chet! That doesn't matter right now. She's still on the phone, waiting for an answer."

"Answer to what?" Chet asked.

"Well, she just told me that she's sick. She either has the flu, or maybe a cold. She needs to say at the station, in case it gets bad enough to go the hospital. None of her friends are available, except one to drive her here. Go ask Capt if it's okay."

Chet strolled out of the kitchen, into the garage, and around the corner to the Captain's office. After explaining the situation to him, the Captain nodded in approval. Chet appeared around the corner and flashed a thumbs up. Roy relayed into the telephone, "The captain said that you come right over."

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Courtney's POV

When I arrived at the fire station my brother worked at, Chet introduced me to everyone at the station.

Johnny said, immediately after the introductions, "You know, I could say the expected thing to say right now. You know like, 'Chet has told me so much about you. I'm so glad to finally meet you.' But I'm not going to. Did you know Chet never mentioned you until today?"

My eyes widened. "Really? I'm shocked!"

Johnny gave Chet the 'I told you so!' look.

"But not enough to get mad. I honestly don't care about it that much."

Chet shot back the same look to Johnny. I chuckled softly. During the mere few minutes I've been here, I was starting to see how life at the fire station really was.

Not long after that, two paramedics, Johnny and Roy, checked my vitals. It wasn't bad enough to take me to the hospital just yet. As long as they were available, the paramedics promised to continue to track them.

When I laid on the couch, a dog named Henry wouldn't leave my lap. I didn't know if he was trying to comfort me, or was just plain lazy.

After about an half hour, the tones went off. I was hoping at least the paramedics would be able to stay. Unfortunately, the whole station had to leave. Before running out to the fire trucks, stopped and told me to keep hydrated and to feel free to eat something, like a worried mother would to her children before leaving.

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up, my head booming in pain. I kicked off my blanket, as I'd noticed I'd been sweating like crazy. Just about two seconds after that, chills ran up my body. I shivered and threw the blanket back on.

I took a drink of water out of the glass that was sitting on the table behind me. I tried to drink more water than I thought was necessary. Then I sneezed into a tissue. It burned, because by this time I'd blown my nose enough times to erupt an volcano. I groaned, thinking, Stupid struggles of being sick.

This same, boring cycle of sickness took over each hour. Sleeping, a booming headache, hot and cold flashes, drinking water, and a sneezing attack. All of the sudden every second that passed it got harder and harder to breathe. Thoughts raced through my mind. I can't catch my breath! What do I do? No one is here!

I slid off to the side of the couch. Henry whimpered. It was as if he knew I was in trouble. But really what could a dog do? Nothing. If I wanted something done, I had to do it myself. I'm not going to just die here alone. I'm too young to die. I have to fight to live. I lifted myself off of the couch. Although each step was unsteady, I literally had to will myself to take another step.

It was the most terrifying feeling to not have a breath to breathe. If I survive this, I'm going to appreciate every breath, as if it would be my last. And even through my doubts of surviving, I told myself, I will survive! I can and will! Then I collapsed to the floor.

Nearby, faint voices drew me out of another slumber. I opened my eyes to find myself back on the fire station's couch and to see Johnny pulling out a thermometer. He said, "Let me check your temperature. Yeah, you've got a fever alright. 103 degrees. Roy, do you want to transport?"

"Yeah, I'll call for an ambulance."

While Roy called, Johnny knelt by the couch. "How are you feeling?"

"It's hard... to breathe. And I'm... I'm really scared," I said, as tears ran down my cheeks. I mentally wondered, What if I don't make it? What will happen after I'm gone? What will my funeral be like? Will they miss me?

As if Johnny read my mind, he assured me, "Calm down, and listen to me. Okay?" I nodded. "Now I want you to breathe slowly and calmly. I'm gonna give you oxygen. You're gonna be just fine." I smiled in comfort.

I believed him. Maybe it was I knew an ambulance was on the way. Maybe it was simply the calm and confident assurance in his voice. Maybe it was knowing someone was there for me. Whatever the reason was, it comforted me. It comforted me so much, that by the time the ambulance arrived, I was breathing in a normal rate.

Though it took me awhile to fully recover from the flu and it was a horrible experience, in a way I was happy to have gone through it. Although I'm pretty sure that when I felt like I was going to die alone was a dream, I learned to appreciate life. From now on I really will appreciate every moment of life, as if it would be my last.

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A/N: @Mrs_Michael_Cliffrod, I'm sorry I took so long to get this out. I really hope you enjoyed this. Please let me me know if you did. Thank you!