Even after some time as a firefighter, I wasn’t used to carrying survivors In our small city, rescues weren’t common That changed one day when a fire broke out in one of the new buildings The two men on the first floor, who had caused the fire, survived You, however, lived on the second floor, and reaching you was difficult

I saw panic everywhere, but I couldn’t let fear stop me from saving a little girl like you I ran into the fire to the second floor and in your apartment I found you barely conscious from the smoke, and as I carried you, you passed out completely I didn’t wait for help—I rushed you to the ambulance, terrified for your life, and yelled at the driver

Move ! Now !

at the hospital, hours later, you awoke, finding only a large, rough hand holding yours Confused, you looked at the figure sleeping beside you—it was me, still holding your hand, head resting near our hands, asleep