When they arrived the whole place was up in flames. There were sparks shooting everywhere. Debris was scattered all over the car park from the explosion. People with varying levels of injuries and ailments were just wandering about not sure what to do, and whether they were a priority yet.
"Is everyone out yet?" Dixie asked a firefighter that seemed like she was in charge of the teams.
"All but one." She shook her head sadly. "We can't get to him yet, it's not safe and we think that he's trapped under some metal bars."
"Does he need us?" Iain was anxious to get stuck in. To stop him thinking about the fact he screwed everything up with Rita. To do some actual good. That was why he was such an adrenaline junkie; why he liked to get in the middle of things. To help people. To save lives.
"You can't get in there." The firefighter glared at him. "Like I said, it's not safe."
Iain ignored her. Of course he did. It's what he did best, ignore direct orders if there was a chance he could save a life. He started to sprint towards what he assumed used to be the entrance and Dixie being Dixie followed after him.
"Iain! Don't be stupid!" She knew that he loved to play the hero. She was used to it. Jeff had been exactly the same, and look what that ended with. But today was different. This shout was so much worse than all the others; it really wasn't safe and that much was obvious. But Dixie knew that Iain had been acting strangely ever since she found him on his own in the hospital corridor. He seemed off; he barely exchanged any conversation with her in the ambulance. Not even when she told him the ending of a TV series that she knew he was watching as well. Dixie couldn't let him risk his life like this just because he was in some sort of grump.
She caught up to him just as he had managed to reach the boy. The kid couldn't have been any older than ten but there he was; the life draining out of him every second. Just one glance at Iain's face told Dixie that there was absolutely no way that she would be able to get him out now; not after seeing the boy. The smoke was getting thicker here and it wouldn't be long until the whole area was engulfed in flames; then there would be no chance of the boy, or even themselves, ever getting out alive. If they were going to act then it had to be now.
Dixie began talking to the boy, trying to keep him conscious. She checked his vitals and began treating him so that if they could get him out of there he would be okay. Iain was eyeing up the poles that trapped the boy; he knew he could lift them off, the amount of adrenaline pumping around his body told him that. There was always the danger of causing more injury to the boy if he did get them off, but if he didn't the boy had no chance. He grabbed one and instantly withdrew his hands again; blisters were already forming on his hands from the heat of them. But he had made his decision the moment he defied orders and rushed in here to the boy's aid; he was going to save a life even if it killed him. So he gritted his teeth and tried again.
Iain had managed to almost move half of the poles before the firefighter crew got permission to enter. Together they removed the rest quickly; but it was too late for Iain's hands, they were completely scalded and now they were going to be safe and adrenaline had reduced the pain was almost unbearable, even for Iain. Another ambulance crew came in and took the boy away. Iain knew that he'd be okay, Dixie worked magic especially under extreme pressure. Another life saved. All in a day's work.