This story is continuing to be such a good time to write! I have to say this- a lot of Lucas's character is based off a real firefighter/EMT that I know...I have admired his general personality and bravery over the past few months, so I thought he deserved a story in some shape or form. Also, am I the only one that thinks Lucas would make SUCH a good lifesaver guy? He loves protecting everyone, he just naturally gives off that firefighter vibe, I don't know, call me crazy.

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Four calls already, and the day is only halfway done. First an elderly woman who set her microwave on fire, second a college student drunkenly setting fire to a tree on campus, third a car fire due to an engine overheating, and four- well, I haven't found that out yet.

I sat with my legs propped up on my desk, twiddling my thumbs and staring at the clock. Just in time for lunch, my radio lets out a series of commands.

"We've got a 904 on Greenwich Lane, 155 W. 11th St. Gonna need an ambulance and backup, code 20."

I leap out of my chair and grab my coat, my medic bag slung around my shoulder. My small apartment flat is but a blur in the distance as I run down the steps, out the front door, and into my car. Sticking the key in the ignition and pulling out of the parking space, I round the corner and manage to legally pass through three red lights, thanks to my police lights on the top of my car. Seeing smoke rise from buildings in the distance, I can see the fire before I even arrive on the scene.

Approaching the burning chaos, I practically fall out of my car as I unbuckle, and open the door so quickly. Running up to the ambulance and firetruck that have already arrived, I find my partner as he is assessing the situation.

"There's still civilians in the building." He begins, starting to walk towards the back of the truck. "The fire is out but the smoke is still thick, you'll need your mask." I nod my head and pull out a smoke-filtering mask from the cases in the back of the car, strapping it on and rushing through the growing crowds of people. Reaching the entrance and pulling the glass door open, I give my partner a final glance before we both disappear into the smoke.

In front of me there sits a staircase, the windows along the walls providing beams of light that cut through the smoke like lasers. I trudge my way upwards and keep my eyes peeled, searching for anyone who may have been left behind when they initially evacuated the building. Noting that this is indeed a condo development and holds several different flats within each level, I begin my search on the first floor. After nearly five minutes of quick pacing and checking over each room, I find nothing except burnt furniture and other items that have been destroyed. Moving on, I descend the steps and search the second floor.

Upon entering the third flat on the second floor, I find strange punctured holes in the drywall that seem to have come from something far before a fire ever destroyed it's structural integrity. Wasting no time to investigate the fist-shaped wounds in the wall, I continue my sweeping of the flat.

Nearly three minutes pass and I've searched the entire second floor, finally I make my way up the stairs and onto the third level. However, as I round the corner and attempt to make my way down the hall, I see a body lying among the charred rubble. It appears to be a smaller young woman, and this only makes my speed increase as I rush to her side.

Kneeling down and readying myself to scoop the girl into my arms, I catch a glace at her face and cannot believe my eyes.

Maya.

My stomach twists and I feel like I'll retch. "Maya what are you doing in here!?" I say through my mask, my voice cracking in all different directions.

She could be dead right now as you hold her. She could be dead.

I do the most idiotic thing and jostle her around, propping up her torso with my arms. When she doesn't wake, I pick her up and start running.

Suddenly, something clicks in my mind. I pause and kneel again, taking off my mask and putting it on her instead. Right away I begin coughing and gagging on the smoke, but Maya needs oxygen...This is the only way I can provide that. Standing back up, the room spins around me as I begin to feel lightheaded. Trudging down the steps, I then throw Maya over my shoulder and grip tightly onto the railing with my free hand. My feet feel like they will give out any moment, as my lungs beg for air and my vision blurs. Seeing the exit in the distance, all I can do is blindly push through the smoke and pray that I don't collapse before we reach the outside world.