Roy had been taken from the exam room and set up in intensive care until he regained consciousness. Though pale and seemingly lifeless, Roy's heart was still beating strong and he was able to breathe without any assistance. JoAnne was sitting by his bedside holding his hand, and waiting.

Dixie walked into the room and smiled at the anxious wife. "Hi, JoAnne."

JoAnne turned in her chair and looked at the kindhearted nurse. "Hello, Ms. McCall."

"Please, call me Dixie. We're all friends here, right?"

"Right." JoAnne blushed a little, realizing how close the fire house and hospital staff had become as allies in the field.

"And I have a friend who'd like to visit."

Opening the door wide Johnny was wheeled into the room in a small wheelchair by an orderly. "Hey, JoAnne." His voice was hoarse and scratchy from having the tube down his throat and being in so much smoke and dust. "How's Roy?"

JoAnne smiled at the always selfless paramedic as he was wheeled next to Roy's bed. "Still out. But, he's not going anywhere."

Johnny sighed, flinching at the burning pain in the side of his rib cage from the fractures and the site of the now removed chest tube. "Neither am I."

From the bed Roy slowly stirred, his glassy blue eyes opening slowly.

"Roy?" JoAnne squeezed his hand.

Dixie instinctively checked Roy's eyes with her own penlight. "He's waking up. I'm going to find Dr. Early."

Johnny patted Roy's shoulder. "That's it Roy, wake up."

Roy glanced around the room with a blank look on his face and vacancy in his eyes. The environment was familiar but he had no memory of how he came to be admitted to the room. The pain in his head from the concussion and fracture was distracting him from focusing on his bearings.

JoAnne put her hand on the side of Roy's face and called his name. "Roy? Roy, can hear me? Do you know who I am?"

"J-JoAnne?" Roy asked, his words lightly slurred and heavy with fatigue.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Wh... What happened?"

Johnny answered flatly on her behalf. "You fell through the floor. Which meant I had to carry you out of the building."

Roy turned and looked at Johnny, absolutely confused. "Are... you okay?"

"Just a few bruises and a few more fractures. Nothing new."

Roy laughed a little. "Sad but true..."

Dr. Early walked into the room with Dixie at his side. "Roy? Welcome back. You've been out for almost six hours."

Roy blinked a few times and looked back to JoAnne. "Really?"

JoAnne nodded.

"H-how bad is it?"

Dr. Early answered. "You, my firefighting friend, suffered a grade 3 concussion and a hairline fracture to the skull. As you might well imagine, this is going to sideline you for a few weeks."

"That's okay... At the rate this headache is raging, I'm going to need as much time off as I can get..."

Dr. Early checked Roy's eyes for himself. "You're slurring your words a little. Aside from the headache are you feeling any other symptoms? Nausea, fatigue, dizziness?"

"Um," Roy was struggling to piece together the day's events. "my ears are ringing a little, and... and I can't remember what happened."

"That's to be expected." Dr. Early replied in a reassuring tone. "I doubt you'll ever remember falling through the floor. Do you remember the fire?"

"What fire?"

Johnny sighed again. "Sounds like a 'no', to me."

"Johnny," Roy turned his head to look at his partner. "we were in a fire?"

"Yeah. Hotel fire."

"Did... did anyone else get hurt?"

Johnny couldn't help but grin. "This is going to be a long... weird story. I'll tell you when you're feeling better."

After six long, uneventful weeks of rest and recovery the A-shift of Station 51 returned to their house, feeling refreshed and renewed. One by one each man entered the locker room and changed into their uniforms.

"Good mornin'!" Johnny greeted his colleagues with his usual cheesy grin. "How are we all feeling this fine day?"

Roy shook his head, bemused by Johnny's upbeat attitude. "Just fine. I take it your date went well?"

"Correction, my three dates went well. Thank you very much."

"Three? With the same... girl?"

"Of course! What kind of guy do you think I am? Besides, it takes a long time to win over someone as sophisticated as Renee."

Chet walked into the locker room, hearing the end of Johnny's boast. "Renee? You mean the new nurse at St. Francis General?"

Johnny gave Chet a wicked smile. "The same!"

"Some guys have all the luck!"

"Luck nothing! It's all about charm. So guys have it, some guys don't."

"Anyway..." Roy changed the subject. "how's your ankle feel, Chet?"

"Not bad. A little sore but I can put my full weight on it and walk around without any problems."

"Good to hear."

"How's your head?"

"Well," Roy buttoned up his uniform shirt. "I still can't remember the fire but that annoying ringing finally stopped."

Johnny sat on the bench and began tying his shoe. "I didn't have ringing in my ears, but I did have a seriously itchy set a of stitches across my chest."

Chet had a rebuttal. "Not as bad as having an itchy cast all over my foot."

Marco walked into the locker room. "Are we comparing injuries? Because having a broken nose and visiting relatives in a high pollen area isn't fun!"

Mike and Hank followed. Hank addressed his men casually. "Good morning gentleman. It's nice to see everyone back where they belong."

Roy agreed. "You have no idea, Cap. Can't imagine being anywhere else, right now."

-The End

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