Silence. His ears slowly filled with the muffled voices of the two other room inhabitants. This must have been how she had felt when he collapsed. His heart pounding in his chest, he kept his eyes glued to the screen waiting for any motion emerging from the clouds of debris.

Snapping out of his freeze, Andy noticed the young man's distress. Rusty asked a million questions, fearing for Sharon's safety. He took a seat in order to save his knees from giving out on the spot. Andrea pulled out her phone and began dialing, turning away as the person on the other line picked up. Andy radioed to the helicopter pilots in hopes of gathering any information he could.

How many casualties? Too much smoke.

Injury count? Too much smoke.

Can anyone identify Ortiz? Too much smoke.

"And the captain..." Andy paused for a definitive answer.

There was a small dose of static on the other line and the piercing silence fell over the trio once again. The anticipation was nauseating.

"The captain...she should...over...ground."

"R-repeat." Andy stuttered, Rusty sat.

"...Captain appears to be getting up from the ground...could be casualty count in the teens."

Andy released the breath he was unaware had built up in his lungs. Rusty's hands went to his face as he began to exhale. At least she was moving. They told her to be careful, but they both knew she would never back away from duty.

"...dust clearing. We can see only three, scratch that, four motionless bodies. All civilians. Landing momentarily..."

Andy cleared his throat.

"Rusty, why don't you step outside."

"No, what if something happens, I'll-" Rusty stood and began to plead.

"Then I'll come get you." Andy reassured.

Andrea took the trembling boy by the shoulders and led him to the door. At this moment in time, that is exactly what he was. A boy, scared for his mother's life and wondering if he is going to see her again. For lack of a better phrase, Rusty wanted his mother.

As the door closed, Andy was left alone. He leaned against the table and shook his head, rubbing his temples in the process. Almost ready to call Sharon's phone to hear her voice for himself.

"Oh God, paramedics!" Andy heard from one of the pilot's transmitters. His head snapped up, as the smoke began to recede. The helicopter was a mere 30 feet from the ground and the view was becoming unobstructed.

"We need more paramedics, officer down! Code 472."

Andy's heart sank to the floor. Code 472. The code for not just any officer, but a captain. And there was only one captain present in the vicinity. Sharon.

"What's happening?" Andy shouted, louder than he intended.

"Lieutenant," He begged for the pilot's attention, "I need a report!"

"Code 472, Captain Raydor...collapsed...paramedics with...now." The smoke was causing transmission inconsistencies.

The sight on the ground was now being covered by the pilot's body camera. He took off running to where a civilian lied still on the singed grass. After checking the pulse, he uttered a defeated, "Christ."

There was quite the commotion behind the pilot, which drew is attention.

Andy, who had lost all sense of authority and professionalism, began to panic.

"What's going on! Where is she?" His hands gripped the radio.

As the pilot on the ground turned around, life slipped into slow motion for Andy. The sight of Sharon's brown hair tangled around her face while her body lie helpless in the ash almost knocked Andy off his feet. Provenza, a charred mess, was already at her side with two other paramedics placing an oxygen mask on her delicate face.

"No."

Andy steadied himself with the table as the pilot reached Sharon's position on the ground. Provenza's voice could be heard above the commotion, barking orders, as more paramedics pushed through the smog. This time with a stretcher.

"Over here! She was closest to the blast! Watch your step!"

The pilot's view was cut off as the stretcher was brought over. As he began to move to another civilian's body a few feet away, Provenza lowered his voice, although still loud enough for the body mic to pick up. He looked down at his captain, now resting on the stretcher. Andy watched in horror at the scene unfolding through the camera lens.

Provenza's words were urgent as he attempted to keep calm. "You're gonna be fine, Sharon. But you have to keep your eyes open. That's good...Sharon...Sharon!"

The screen want black. The body camera was disconnected.