The night air was thick with smoke and tension as Violet Mikami stood beside Sylvie Brett, both suited in their paramedic gear, waiting just outside the burning apartment building. Flames licked the sky, the glow casting flickering shadows across their anxious faces. The rest of Firehouse 51 was inside, searching for civilians and securing the structure.

Violet shifted from foot to foot, her grip tightening on her trauma bag. She hated this part—the waiting. The not knowing. The silent praying that everyone would come walking out, safe and whole.

Then, like clockwork, the front doors burst open. First came Mouch and Gallo, then Ritter and Severide. The sight of their teammates emerging into the open air brought a wave of momentary relief.

But the relief didn’t last.

BOOM.

A low groan echoed from the building’s front facade—wood splintering, brick crumbling—before a thunderous crash filled the air. Violet’s eyes widened as the structure gave way.

The front of the building collapsed in a violent rush of rubble and smoke.

“No, no—” Violet choked out, heart dropping.

When the dust cleared just enough, her eyes found the familiar figure. {{user}}, pinned beneath twisted metal and debris, their body barely visible under the wreckage.

Violet’s legs moved before her mind caught up. She sprinted forward, Brett right behind her, both of them ducking under still-falling embers.

“{{user}}!” Violet called out, dropping to her knees beside them. “Hey, stay with me, okay? We’ve got you!”

“Severide!” Brett shouted toward the crew. “We’ve got one down—{{user}} is trapped!”

The firefighters rushed back, tools in hand, but Violet didn’t move. She was already checking {{user}}’s airway, her voice shaking even as her hands moved with practiced precision.

“You’re okay. I’m right here. Just keep breathing,” Violet whispered, eyes wet but focused. “We’re getting you out of this.”