[Book One]
Agatha Miller Nash thought she was finally starting to have the perfect life she always dreamed of while growing up.
She had a job that made her feel proud of herself, the man that she would spend the rest of her life with, and a place s...
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T W E N T Y N I N E
Adjusting the medical bag on my shoulder, I took in the scene in front of us. The wreckage looked straight out of an apocalyptic movie. There was no way that there were more survivors than casualties.
"Ready?" Looking over at Ian, I gripped the bag strap and started following him through the chaos around us until we spotted a familiar face between the sea of injured people.
"Agatha, what in the world are you doing here?" Uncle Bobby inquired. I had no idea if he was trying to hide it or not, but I could see the annoyance all over his face.
"What does it look like? I'm here to help."
"Sir, I tried to stop her, but-" Before Ian could continue, Uncle Bobby raised his hand, not interested in hearing our excuses.
"Eddie and Buck are trying to see if there is an easy way to get inside the train. There are victims still trapped inside, especially the one up there. Hen and Chimney are helping the other paramedics. There are multiple casualties and people that we can't find between the debris. Help where you can while we wait for the USAR to arrive and get further instructions." He explained before turning towards me. "I'll deal with you later. Ian, don't let her out of your sight. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
Without another word, Ian and I made our way to find our co-workers or anyone that needed our help. The sight of people without limbs or with blood everywhere is something I don't think I will ever get used to seeing.
"You don't have to babysit me, you know. You are a Lieutenant; you should go and do Lieutenant stuff. I got this."
"I wouldn't have to babysit you if you weren't such a problem seeker," Ian rolled his eyes. "And I'm off the clock, so technically, I'm not a Lieutenant. I'm just an off duty firefighter willing to help. Now keep quiet, and let's do some saving."
Not being able to control myself, I punched him on his arm. "Tell me to shut up again,"
"Or else what?" Ian said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress the need to chuckle. For a second, just a split second, this moment felt like the old days when we were close.
