Chapter 21

Esme's P.O.V. :

A few weeks later...

Today, I was going on my first V.F.D. mission. Since V.F.D researched fires and helped extinguish them, we had to help extinguish a fire. Olaf was going on this mission too. On the ride to our mission, I wanted to talk to Olaf, but I was afraid that people might start talking about us.

"I really want to talk to Olaf," I told Clara.

"Well, why don't you just talk to him?" Clara asked. Is it because you think that people might start talking about you two?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Who cares what they say about it. If you want to talk to him, then talk to him,"Clara replied.

I was going to talk to Olaf, when the fire truck finally stopped at a burning apartment building. There was lots of people standing outside the building. When we got out of the fire truck, we were each given a specific task. I had to make sure that everyone was okay and ask if anyone was still in the building.

"Are you and your family okay?" I asked a lady who looked really worried.

"My daughter is still trapped in the building," she replied. "You got to save her."

"What floor is she on?" I asked her.

"She's on the second floor," the lady replied.

"Don't worry. I'll get her out," I said, and then grabbed an ax from the fire truck and went inside the building. I went up to the second floor, dodging the flames of the fire. When I got to the second floor, I tried to open the door, but it was really hot, so I chopped it down with the ax. When I got into the apartment, I started looking for the little girl. I finally found her in her room. She looked really scared.

"Are you here to rescue me?" the little girl ask me.

"Yes, I am," I replied, and then I picked her up.

As I was going down the stairs with the child, I realized that the fire was spreading really fast and that the structure was weakening. When we finally got to the first floor, a big piece of wood fell from the celing, landed on my head, and knocked me out. I dropped the little girl and fell to the floor. I could feel the blood running down my head and my vision was becoming blurry.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" the little girl asked me.

"Get out of the building and please get help," I told the girl, just before I blacked out.

Olaf's P.O.V. :

When the little girl came out of the building without Esme, I really started to worry. Where was Esme? What happened to her? Before walking to her mom, the girl walked up to us.

"The lady who came in to rescue me got knocked out by a piece of wood," the little girl said. "You got to help her!"

"Don't worry. I'll get her out," I replied, and then quickly ran into the building. The fire was quickly spreading in the building. I was frantically looking for Esme. I finally found her laying unconsciously on the ground. The flames were getting closer and closer to her. I grabbed her, just before the flames could get to her. When I got out of the building, I layed Esme gently on the ground. People started surronding us to see what would happen.

"I she breathing?" Clara asked. "Did you check her pulse?"

I checked her pulse, but there was no pulse.

"There's no pulse," I told them. "Someone call the hospital."

"I'll go find a payphone and call the hospital," Mark said, and then went to find a payphone.

While Mark went to find a payphone, I started performing CPR on Esme. I performed CPR on her about five times, but there was still no pulse. I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I was afraid that I might lose Esme forever. I loved Esme and I didn't her to die. I decied to perform CPR on her one more time. This time she started breathing. She slowly opened her eyes.

"Esme, are you okay?" I asked her.

"I don't know she replied, and then started looking around. "What happened?"

"When the little girl told us what happened to you, I quickly ran into the building, picked you up, and got you out of the building. After I got you out of the building, I checked you pulse. You had no pulse, so I started performing CPR on you until you started breathing again," I explained to her.

"Did anyone call the hospital?" she asked me.

"Yes," I replied, just as the ambulance arrived.

When the ambulance got there, a couple of guys got out of the ambulance and put Esme on a stretcher. They then put the streatcher in the ambulance, got into the ambulance, and then drove off to the hospital.

I was so glad that Esme was still alive. If she had died, I don't think I would have been able to live without her.