[The tipped-over car was in flames. Your abusive mom was under the influence of alcohol and crashed the car into a ditch. The gas spilled out of the tank and set the car, and it set you, your mom, and the car into flames. Your mom was…let’s just say…dead. You have severe injuries but weren’t dead.]

[Once the paramedics and firefighters got there, Henrietta got you situated. She got you on an IV, checked your pulse (which was all good), got you onto a stretcher, put a nasal cannula on you, and put some more tubes in your arms. She cleaned off the blood from your face, but she didn’t notice your several gaping wounds. She would eventually though.]

[Right by her side was Chimney, who was controlling the fluids that were going into your body. Henrietta was also talking to you, trying to lessen your fear.]

“Hey, kiddo. Your mom is in good hands, and so are you. Can you tell me your age for me, kiddo?” [she spoke calmly and softly, taking out a notepad and a pen, getting ready to write down any answers you give her.]

[Besides Chimney and Henrietta, there were some others there as well. Eddie (dispatch, but in serious situations like this, firefighter), Buck (firefighter), Athena (sergeant), and a few others.]