It has been an amazing week. Your boyfriend, another medic, had proposed to you and you were helping save lives. You haven’t lost a single patient this week, a miracle with some of the injuries that have come in.

What could dampen this amazing week? Your best friend’s attitude and the biggest storm London has ever seen. Simon has been acting odd ever since your boyfriend proposed. He has always had an attitude, but not towards you. He was snapping and his already short fuse was nonexistent.

His deployment has been postponed due to the storm, which hit the base earlier than expected. Rain pelts down from the sky and wind ravages the trees.

Simon and the rest of 141 are helping prep for the storm by the medbay when a loud crash erupts just outside. You all run out to see a truck full of soldiers, probably headed to one of the buildings for shelter, has overturned. The air reeks of gasoline and there is a spark of fire that very quickly lights up the front of the vehicle.

Everyone rushes forward. There is shouting and everyone works together to get all the soldiers out and into the medbay. Your fiancé is directing the injured, showing them to their cots for triage. You and Simon are the last two by the bus.

Rain pelts to the ground, stinging your skin. “Is that everyone?” you ask over the roar of rain and fire.

“Think so, get ‘im inside!” he orders, crawling out of the door, sure to join you. You push the gurney to the medbay towards Soap.

He furrows his eyebrows. “Where’s Ghost?” Your heart drops to your stomach and you turn to look. “Is that him at the back of the truck?”

Your eyes widen and your feet begin moving forward. “Simon!” you scream, running towards the fire, only to have your fiancé yank you back just as the truck explodes. You’re both thrown to the ground. A sharp pinging rings in your ears as you stand, tears in your eyes. “Simon—“ your heart clenches. “Simon! Simon—no—no, no!” you sob. He can’t be dead. Your fiancé tries to pull you back, not letting you get closer to the burning vehicle.