The Night Shift One-Shots

The Fire {Part 3} - REQUESTED

This will not be the final part, I still have a lot left to write, but I'm over my writer's block (somewhat). My mental health isn't much better, but I'm on my way out (just a little), so enjoy this chapter. 

Just a reminder, I am still taking requests, I need all the ideas I can get at this point, let's be honest, so put them in the comments or message me and I'll see what I can do. 

On with the chapter, enjoy!

Elliott 

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-she burst into tears. "Oh!" Jordan exclaimed, and her tears came through a smile. "She's fine, she's kicking." But she quickly turned downcast again as she listened to the clamour happening around her, the screams and coughs of all the others that were hurt. TC could tell she was fighting a difficult fight against her natural doctor's instincts; she wanted to help, but right now she was the patient.

"Hey, sweetie. It's OK. We're all gonna be OK." TC reassured her, stroking her hair down. "Talk to me, J. Keep talking to me." He ordered, noticing the deep gash on her head and the way she began to drift out of consciousness.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"What the hell for?" TC reprimanded lightly. "Not one single but of this was your fault, my love."

"I should have run." She continued her voice still quiet. "I should have run the second I heard the explosion, but I didn't. I ran into the fire to pull Drew away from it. He ended up carrying me out." He sentence was punctuated by another sob.

"Well where have I heard that story. Wait, weren't you wearing that pink sweater today?" Jordan nodded against TC's firm chest, and he had to fight not to giggle. "How about we don't wear that to work again, yeah? It appears to be cursed."

"Tee? TC, I need you." Came Paul's cry from not too far away. TC looked down at his wife, as if asking for permission. She just pushed him away from her.

"Go save lives, do what you set out to do the first time tonight. I love you."

"I love you to, baby." He called behind him as he ran in the direction of Paul's voice, casting another look behind him towards Jordan as he struggled to see through the dense smoke. "Paul, talk to me- dammit, Drew!" He cursed upon seeing the mangled, burned skin of his colleague.

"Hey- Tee." He croaked, bringing on a coughing fit.

"Easy, man. Chill for a second, catch your breath, then drink something." He said, handing him the bottle of water that a fireman had pressed into his hand. Drew took a few deep breaths, then drank half the bottle in one go.

"Better. Jordan?" he said.

"She's ok, the baby was kicking before, their both Ok. Thank you, by the way, for getting her out of there."

"You would have done the same thing if it was – wait. Where's Rick? He was in the ER, with Brianna, his prosthetic failed again." Drew began to panic now. "RICK? BRIANNA?" He yelled out, only to fall back into another coughing fit.

"Drew, calm down. Drink the water, breathe. Your burns are Ok, they're sterile thanks to Paul, you'll be OK, once you get to University. I'm gonna find Rick and Brianna and send them after you, I promise. I'll drive them myself if I have to." TC was underexaggerating to try and keep Drew calm. He was critical, the depth of his burns had to be second degree at best. Drew sighed and nodded, allowing a trauma team to help him onto a gurney and into an ambulance.

Five down, however many left to go, TC thought. He'd seen Jordan and Drew. Neither we're healthy but they would both be Ok, after the right treatment. Mollie was fine and still working, Paul, although a little shaken, was alright too. Topher had been with him on the field and was probably somewhere helping someone else. TC wanted to be helping, but he has promised Drew he'd find Rick and Brianna.

"Rick?" he yelled, trying to get heard over the cacophony of noise. "Brianna?"

"Tee!" came a raspy reply from close by.

"Brianna." He breathed, relief flooding him. "Brianna, sweetie are you OK?" She shook her head.

"I can't find either of my dad's and I can't breathe right." She sounded more panicked than she ought to be in her current state.

"Drew is on his way to University Hospital as we speak, he needs to get some burns treated. I haven't seen Rick yet, but I'm on my way to find him. C'mon." He lifted the teenager into his arms and took her with him on his search for Rick. He passed an open ambulance and took an oxygen mask and tank. Once the mask was over Brianna's mouth and nose, she began to breathe a little easier, so he put the strap of the tank over his shoulder and carried that with them too. He relaxed slightly, knowing that she was now moving air efficiently.

He continued to call out for Rick as he navigated the dense crowds of doctors, paramedics, nurses and the injured. The two got to the far end of the casualty row before his calls were answered.

"Tee? TC is that you?"