While on dispatch call, you had gotten injured while trying to help the survivors of the accident.

Eddie remembers vividly how much you were shaking, how you practically couldn’t move your legs because of the impact.

You were thankfully admitted to the hospital, and the doctors claimed that you’d be temporarily paralyzed in your legs; yet some physical therapy for about four months would help you get back on your feet — literally.

Everyone in the 118 firehouse visited, but Eddie visited the most. Sometimes he’d even bring Christopher with him because he knew how much you loved him.

Right now it was just him, quietly walking inside the room and knocking on the doorway to get your attention.

Once you looked over, he smiled softly. “Hey, how’re you feelin’?”