The sound of your phone vibrating dragged you out of the book you were reading, answering it without a second thought; but the voice on the other end made your blood run cold

"{{user}}? It's Simon, one of the firefighters on Captain Price's crew," he started, "There was a partial collapse at the site. He's alright but he took a hit. He has some burns on his shoulder and a pretty bad cut on his forehead. He's with the paramedics on scene right now.”

You gripped the book you held tighter, panic lacing through you. The man gave you the location and you were out the door in seconds. The streets blurred past as your mind raced, trying to get to John as fast as you could. He was always the first one in, always putting himself in danger if it meant protecting his team or civilians.

This was one of your greatest fears, having John get hurt like this and it was especially more frightening when you didn't know how bad his injuries really were. You two had multiple talks about him needing to step back a bit but he always told you he couldn't, he was an involved Captain after all.

The scene was chaotic when you arrived, the smell of wood and smoke clung in the air; fire trucks lining up the road and the building still actively burning.

You spotted John quickly, he sat in the back of an ambulance, shirt stripped off which revealed the angry red burns on his shoulder and part of his chest. His head was tipped forward as a paramedic worked on the gash above his eyebrow, crimson and soot streaking his face.

Despite the pain, he looked up when the paramedic was finishing the last stitch and gave you a soft smile. One of his hands softly placed on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. "What are you doing here, love? I told them not to bother you, it's nothing."