Chicago Fire: Part 4

I step out of the psychiatrists office to see Riley's beautiful eyes waiting for me. He walked me back to his car then he asked it.
"what did the doctor say?"

"I've been diagnosed with... PTSD... Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It's common in soldiers."

"oh." he replied as he started the car. While he drove, I tried to take off my cast. I pulled out my knife and cut it off. My leg felt better. I felt it all over. It felt like it was not a full break. Perhaps a hairline fracture. When we pulled back into the fire station, he noticed that I took it off. I got out of the car and I could walk! That means I can get back to work.

"I don't need you anymore. I can walk. Thanks for your help Riley." and I kissed him lightly before we went back in. I brought my stuff upstairs And the Radio blew up.

"we got a real problem down here! We need fire, 2 ambulances and a SWAT team right now!! 31 east 54th street!" an officer screamed.

"let's go boys!" Riley screamed to everyone. I ran down the stairs and my leg hurt again. I fought through the pain and suited up. We climbed into the trucks and they started with a slow rumble. I missed that sound. The doors opened and the trucks moved all at once, almost like an army. The trucks roared down the streets with the police cars in front and behind us.

I wasn't driving, I was in the back. We were 30 blocks away. It would take us 15 minutes to get there, and that was too long. People could die in that time. But I remembered that we are in the lead truck. The other trucks follow us.

"Joe! Take the next right onto the highway! We can get there in 8 minutes time!" I screamed over the siren, horn and roaring engine.
"got it!"

He veered off to the right and the other trucks and remaining cop cars followed. I got up and looked at the speedometer, and it read 96 MPH. I never knew a truck could go so fast. We soon arrived at the address. It was a high school. We climbed out as the SWAT team rushed in. We could hear gunfire and then it suddenly stopped.

"we need fire and EMTs in here. 5 people in need of help."

I went in with Joe and Riley. We walked through the schools hallways and saw people on the ground, hiding behind overturned desks, and just sitting there staring at the door.
"help..." I heard a guy say. I walked around the corner and saw a 17 year old boy who was shot on the ground. I ran to his side.

"my names Jesse. I'm a firefighter. Can you tell me where your hurt?"

"my chest."
I gently rolled his body over and saw a bullet hole right in his lung. His breathing was shallow and uneven. I knew he was going to die right there.
"I feel cold." he said. I gave him a blanket.

"am I going... To... D-d-d-die? I don't want to....." he was slipping. I checked his pulse.
"I need EMTs outside room 5 in the west side of the building now!" I said into the radio. I started CPR.
"come on man! Come on! Stay with me dude!" I kept performing CPR until the EMTs got there. They checked his pulse. Nothing. I kept pumping his heart.
"Mac. He's gone."

I kept going. I couldn't listen to them. She grabbed my hand.

"Jesse. Stop." I stopped performing CPR and looked at his lifeless eyes. I hung my head. I covered him in the blanket and got up and walked away. I walked into other hallways and rooms. All of the students have been accounted for. 2565 students. 3 dead. 2 injured. We stuck around to see if any gas lines were punctured and clean up this attack. We finished it and climbed back into the trucks. We pulled away and are heading back to the station.

The truck was quiet and it seemed like an eternity before we got back. We pulled into the station and filled up the truck with gas. We cleaned up the trucks and went to bed early. I was glad because I was exhausted. As soon as I hit the mattress, I fell asleep. And what seemed like a few seconds, the intercom went off.

"industrial fire by the docks."

My eyes shot open and got up once again.
Everything leading up to the fire was a blur. We fly into the building.
I was about to kick open one of the doors, and I screamed:

"Matt I need a vent." I said before kicking it in. He cut open a vent with a saw. He ducked down and flames rushed out.
"let's go!" I said kicking the door in. We rushed around the rooms and found survivors. We rushed them out and I asked:
"what does the plant produce?"

"gunpowder."

I rushed back in and ran up the stairs. There was still one man left but i couldn't get to him. I ran back down stairs and told the fire marshal that there is one man left.

"your not going in there! It's too dangerous."

"give me one minute. I can get him out."
I started hack in and Riley grabbed my arm tenderly.
"Jesse. Don't go."

"I have to. There's still-"

BOOM!!!! the plant explodes. I watch as the building falls to the ground.
"I could have saved him."

"you would have been dead." Riley said. I look in horror as the building continues to burn. We brought the truck around and hooked it up to the hydrant.

"let's get some water on this bitch!" Bugsy screamed. We let rip with everything we had for 4 hours. The flames started to die and before we knew it, it was out. We moved in to find out what caused the fire. We noticed that the burn marks weren't consistent with an electrical fire. This was planned. This was arson.