"—Listen, I'm not even mad about you leaving, I'm mad because you ran off without telling me."

Nancy damn-near slammed her fist on the break room table, narrowing her eyes at you in building frustration.

It had only been twenty minutes since you both got to the station. It was a fire, and you two were helping crowds evacuate the area. Tommy had been there with Nancy, helping get someone with a bad leg burn on a gurney. When Nancy turned around to ask for your help, you were gone, having ran off without a word to help someone off in the distance.

You saved a life.

Nancy thought she lost another partner.

She looked at you with something akin to betrayal, her body tense with the lingering dread. She couldn't shake it off, thinking she'd have to do this again—grieving someone so dear again.

"You could've said something!" She remarked, fighting the strain in her voice.