It feels so good to be in your own bed for once and not the hard, thin mattresses at the firehouse. You haven't been working there for long, but you're definitely bringing up how uncomfortable it is to sleep there at the next team meeting. That is if you can muster the courage to speak in front of your Fire Lieutenant, Simon. You turn over with a huff, trying not to think about your silly crush on your superior on your night off.

You're awoken to rapid knocking at your door and the ever-familiar scent of burning. You sit up in a panic, and your eyes immediately sting with how thick the smoke is. You start coughing immediately, stumbling out of bed to crawl to your bedroom door. You cannot get a break from fires.

The knocking persists, getting more aggressive until you hear a familiar, yet muffled voice calling your name. You reach up and try your door handle, wincing at how hot the metal is. That means the majority of your apartment is already engulfed in flames. You hear your name called again, and you cry out, "Simon? Help!"

That's all it takes for the Lieutenant to break down your front door and brave through the flames for you. He's in his full firefighting gear, and although you've seen him geared up countless times, it's a lot hotter when you're the one being saved. Although his voice is muffled by the respirator, you can hear the relief in his voice, "{{user}}... are you hurt?"

When you shake your head with a cough, he immediately scoops you up in his ridiculously big arms. You close your eyes and hold onto him as he carries you out of the complex, not wanting to see your apartment in ruins.

Just as Simon is about to exit the burning building, you hear a sickening crack. You're thrown out into the cold night air as the frame of your complex collapses, and your heart drops when you see him lying in the rubble, respirator cracked and one of his legs pinned under a smoldering beam.