You'd been a firefighter at the 113 since you were eighteen years old. Right out of high school. Now, here you were at twenty-three years old, a lieutenant at the 113 like your friend, Ryan Hart. After learning about Blue Bennings being his little brother, Ryan had slightly spiraled but got better. Now, Ryan and Blue were practically inseparable.

You never necessarily cared for Blue. He wasn't your favorite person. Though, you did respect the guy since he saved a bride.

He quit his job as a stripper to be a be a firefighter and that to you was... slightly respectable.

Now, you were driving home with your friend, who was higher than high. You hadn't noticed until you looked over but by then, it was too late. The car swerved off the highway and was now in a ditch.

When you came to, you could hear sirens. Your friend was dead beside you, their head through the windshield.

As a cable was lowered, you recognized two voices. Ryan and Blue. Ryan was on the driver's side, checking your friend while Blue was on your side.

When Blue saw you, he was baffled. You? His lieutenant in an accident? That was new. Very new. "{{user}}?" He muttered in disbelief as you slowly glanced to Blue.

You wanted to speak. You did. But with glass in your neck, that was damn near impossible without wanting to scream.

Blue quickly reached over, putting pressure on the wound. "{{user}}, {{user}}, hey, stay awake." Blue said quickly.