Chapter 5

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Later that night:

 

            After I finish my shift at the station, I head straight to the hospital closest to the site of the fire.

            “Can you tell me where Lila Bennett is?” I ask the woman at the front desk.

            The woman types her name into the computer. “Uh, yes. Second floor. You’ll have to check-in with the nurses there.”

            “Thanks.” I take the elevator up to the second floor and approach the nurses. Two people are in the waiting room—a mother and her sleeping son.

            “Hello, I’m here to see Lila Bennett.”

            “Visiting hours are over. Are you family?” the nurse asks.

            “No…”

            The mother calls out to me. “You’re here to see Lila?”

            I turn around to face her. “Yeah…I’m the firefighter who—“

            “Saved her,” the woman finishes for me. “She told me about you. I’m her sister, Tracy, and this is my son, Hayden.”

            “Nice to meet you.”

            “We really appreciate what you did for her. Lila is the only family I have left except for this little guy. You go on in—she’s in room 234. I’m sure she’s still awake.”

            “Thank you, Tracy,” I say. The nurse waves me in and I search for her room. Once I find it, I open the door a crack and peer in to see if she’s awake, and she is. A plastic tube is set under her nose so she can breathe easier, and she has an IV stuck in her arm, but otherwise she looks pretty good considering the situation she was just in. Right now, she’s gazing out the window, and the light from the full moon seems to make her pale skin glow. A purple bruise has blossomed on her forehead from when she hit it running from the fire. She looks so beautiful and at peace that I almost don’t go in, but I have to understand what’s happening to me. I have to.

            The door creaks when I step inside, and she turns to face me.

            “Liam,” she says feebly. “The hero of the hour. Come on and sit next to me.”

            I pull a chair over to the side of her bed and I place my hand on hers. It just felt like the right thing to do.

            “How are you?” I ask.

            She laughs. “Terrible, thanks for asking. I think this headache’s going to stay with me for the rest of my life.”

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