"Hey Herm! Another round of margaritas and chips, please!" "Coming right up!" Another night at Molly's with the crew. Dawson and Casey sat on either side of me at the bar. We were laughing and talking about funny work stories...until Severide stood up and said, "Alright everyone! We need to go back and suit up fast! There's another fire!" We dropped everything and did so.
I accompanied Casey and Severide in getting victims out. "Fire Department! Call out!" I yelled. I heard a voice. "This way!" I told Casey and Severide. We rushed to the room the victim was in, which turned out to be three. We each rushed one outside. As soon as we all got out, something in the house exploded. Luckily before we were knocked off our feet from the force of the explosion, Brett, Dawson, and another paramedic from a neighboring company received the victims from our arms. "Y'all alright?" I asked Casey and Severide. "Yes, Southern Belle. We're alright." Casey replied, the three of us laughing. We got up and extinguished the fire.
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Switching(Chicago Fire fanfic)
Hayran KurguAfter 16 weeks of working at the hospital, I was ready for more, so I resigned and went into training for firefighting. Eventually, 8 weeks later, I became a firefighter for, you guessed it, Firehouse 51!
