#firefighter paramedics

[krae-hb]

Paramedics on 911 Lone Star Question

I’ve watched 911, 911 Lonestar, and chicago fire and I have a question.

In 911 Lonestar why are there 3 paramedics in the ambulance?

Also if Tommy is the captain why is she in one single regular ambulance with two other fully trained paramedics?

Tk and Nancy are both trained already and seem look to Tommy to make decision a lot more than the other shows to their partner. And I get that it’s different because Tommy is the captain, but again do captains normally ride in the ambulance like that? There can’t be a captain for every ambulance

[archive-of-the-incident]

(All the screenshots we used of sources have their own full links below!) ❄️:Hey guys it’s Dakota! Here to drop in and say that we are very anti-police! Fuck them! ACAB! ALL of that!! But while you do that just please keep in mind that the paramedics, firefighters, nurses, other ER workers.. they have nothing to do with the cops.. Please remember that and support them when you can, whether just quietly to yourself or a post or say thanks to a nurse or other medical worker etc! Please do, they are a blessing in this world. Do you know how much patience it takes to be a medical field worker?? The only people who are to blame is the cops, the government and others who support and fund them tremendously, and we do agree that emergency DISPATCHERS are still contributing to the problem! We understand that whether they admit to it or not they are contributing a lot! Check this out, in case you didn’t know:

Some of them quite literally are police! And if they’re not, they’re still the ones who give commands to send them out!

Some of them quite literally are police! And if they’re not, they’re still the ones who give commands to send them out!

So, the medical field are:

not here to send you to jail!! They are not here to brutalize you!!

It is quite literally a command to cops to beat the shit out of people, taze, shoot etc and arrest and handcuff detain all that, but not the medical field!

And trust me, they don’t like cops either!!

-Sincerely, little midnight kitty gremlin who’s host was a lifeguard AND is going into being a paramedic AND her mom is an x-ray technologist ❤️

We love you, medical field!

(Could you tell by now we like to express ourselve with visuals :3)

[theartsharki]

Had to draw these two because of a post I saw by @sunshinereddie . This post specifically, it just made me smile thinking about it!

[chuuyanakaahara]

kunichuu au where everything is the same (chuuya's a mafia executive, the ada and pm exist, so do abilities, etc) except kunikida is an EMT, and it's a crisis scenario the first time chuuya gets injured, and then kunikida just gets used to seeing him. like, "oh, you again." which is funny because chuuya refuses transport every time other than the first (it was complicated), but kunikida isn't like. allowed to say "hi!" if he sees chuuya in public, because he's an EMT, but chuuya is just so down bad for this random EMT. he isn't even a paramedic.

[dragonpyre]

First responder batfam au: who's who?

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by the super duper amazing @jesuisici33 @devirnis (dropped a super cute fic) @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @aroeddiediaz @cal-daisies-and-briars @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @tizniz @daffi-990 and @diazsdimples (who dropped a whole ass fic, check it out!) Thank you all so much and I'm very intrigued and excited for all your fics!

More NFL Buck, what else? Here is a bit from when Buck and Eddie first met, featuring Tommy Vega, a buddie shipper. (All things NFL Buck can be found here)

Later, when Eddie was pulling a pen out of his front left breast pocket to sign for his allocated meal from the stadium, a folded neon orange notecard fell out.  Tommy noticed it first and snatched the card up before Eddie could even register what had happen. “Thought you said nothing happened Diaz?” She unfolded the bright paper, “So you got that boys digits? And address?” “He-I- “, Buck was a sneaky son of a bitch and apparently had some very nimble fingers. Eddie blew out an exasperated breath, “He asked me to meet him after the game. Early dinner I guess, but I didn’t agree to anything, and he must have slipped that in my pocket when- “ “When he was feeling you up?” The paramedic captain snorted out a small laugh, then sobered, “You should go.” Eddie shook his head, “No, I can’t. I need to relieve the sitter, and Buckley is just your typical leather head. Probably wants to experiment or something and I’m not- “, He stopped there because ever since Evan graced Eddie with his sunshine bright smile, he’s been questioning a major (very repressed) part of himself. Within the two weeks that have passed, Eddie has managed to barley admit to himself in the quiet recesses of his mind, that he might not be straight.  Meeting up with the very person that tilted his entire world in less than hour, meant confronting that internal struggle head on. Tommy entire demeanor mollified, and a look of sympathetic understanding softened her features, “I’ve been working these games for a long while Eddie. Been around a lot of players, including Evan Buckley. From what I’ve heard, he got around when he first got here, girls only though.  Almost got kicked off the team and lost his scholarship, was given a second chance and he almost blew that too.” “He’s still here, so what changed?” Eddie asked.

What indeed changed? That will not be revealed until the fic is published. I love marrying cannon events with this au, like with Buck's history. Repressed Eddie is fun to make squirm too lol. Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @rainbow-nerdss @loserdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @try-set-me-on-fire @disasterbuckdiaz @bekkachaos @eddiescowboy @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @athenagranted @evanbegins @elvensorceress @malewifediaz @911onabc @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @thekristen999 @spagheddiediaz @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @bitchfacediaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @glorious-spoon @buddierights @prosperdemeter2 @lemonzestywrites @gayedmundodiaz @transboybuckley

[sterekbros]

Begin Again (1173 words) by Winchesterek Chapters: 1/? (WIP) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes Additional Tags: Paramedic Stiles Stilinski, Firefighter Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, True Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Packless Omega Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski

Stiles’ heart was pounding in his ears as he reached in through the broken window, feeling for a pulse point. He couldn't believe what he’d just witnessed. Not only was it a hit-and-run, but they’d also shot the girl before they took off.

“Hey, hey. Stay with me. What’s your name?” he asked her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She mumbled ‘Erica’ before she slipped away again and Stiles tried to yank the door open but it was jammed.

Then he saw it. The bullet wound was smoking. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it aside to look at her shoulder. There were black lines surrounding the wound.

“Shit.” He knew then that she was a werewolf and the people that attacked her were hunters. They likely only left her because they thought the bullet would do her in. If she were human, Stiles wouldn't dare move her because of any injuries she might have from the accident.

But she wasn't human. If he could get the bullet out and heal the wound, she would heal any other injuries on her own.

Stiles reached in to grab her under her arms and hauled her out of the broken window. He laid her out on the ground and ripped her shirt open around the collar, then slung his backpack off. “Alright, hang in there. We’re gonna get this out.”

He fished his pocket knife out of his bag, then took a deep breath before digging in for the bullet. Stiles removed it effectively and tossed it on the ground.

“Almost done. Just have to take care of this wolfsbane. You’re doing great,” he told her even if she didn't respond. It was a habit that Stiles had, always talking to his patients as if they were conscious enough to hear him even when they weren't.

Stiles pulled out a vial of wolfsbane from his bag and prayed that it was the right strain as he opened it, dumped some onto the wound, and packed it in. He capped it and threw it back into his bag, then grabbed his lighter and lit it. It sparked and smoked and Erica started convulsing.

His heart started evening out as the black lines disappeared and the wound healed, leaving Erica lying still on the ground. “Oh, thank god.”

Then she breathed deeply and blinked at him, her eyes glazed and confused.

“You’re okay,” Stiles breathed. “I called the ambulance when the accident happened. I know you’re a werewolf and I healed your wolfsbane poisoning. The ambo should be here any minute.”

She tried to talk and Stiles shook his head, stopping her from rising before she passed out again. He looked up to see lights flashing as an ambulance pulled up.

“What happened?” a woman asked as she exited the ambulance, while another went around to the back to get a transfer board and gurney from what Stiles could see.

“It was a hit and run. Her vitals are good and I can't tell if there are any head injuries, but there are no visual fractures. She’s been in and out of consciousness.”

“You moved her?” the woman asked, giving him a judgemental look.

“I made sure to stabilize her neck as best as I could while she was moved,” he lied and there was no evidence that he’d done so.

“Alright, we got it from here.”

Stiles watched as the other medic came and they transferred her onto the board, strapped her to the gurney, and loaded her into the back of the ambulance.

Before Stiles could react, everything was silent. He looked at the wrecked car and sighed, running a hand over his face and packed up his backpack. So much for having a stress-free life in Beacon Hills. He really should have stayed at Berkeley.

***

It had been an hour since Erica had been admitted to Beacon Hills Memorial and Derek was beside himself with worry. He’d gotten there as soon as he could. Erica had been in and out of consciousness even though the doctors told him there was nothing wrong with her. He could smell the wolfsbane on her skin, but the poison had left her system as far as Derek could tell.

He held her hand and sighed, raising it to scent her and press his cheek against it. “Come on, Erica. Wake up.” Please.

As if she heard his please, her voice broke into his thoughts with, “You know me. I survive on drama.”

Her voice was hoarse, but still light and teasing. Derek looked up, relief washing through him. “If you needed some attention, all you had to do was tell me. Really, enlisting the hospital wasn't necessary.”

Erica laughed and then raised her free hand to hold her head. “I feel like I have the worst hangover.” She sighed. “What happened to my car?”

”They took it to the impound lot to inventory it. I think the officer said it was totaled.” He squeezed her hand and assured her, “Well get you another one.”

”Fucking hunters. I swear. They came out of nowhere and rammed me, then shot me with fucking wolfsbane,” Erica grumbled.

“Hunters?” Derek’s brows rose in concern. “I scented the wolfsbane on you, but I didn't see any wounds… how did you remove it?”

Erica paused, looking thoughtful as she held Derek’s hand tighter. “There was a man… he helped me.” She frowned and rubbed at her eyes before she sighed. “I don't remember much… just spots.”

Spots? That made Derek frown more, his thumb idly stroking over the back of Erica’s hand as he tried to soothe her. “So he helped you?”

”Well I’m alive so that’s the only explanation that I have,” Erica replied and rested her head against a pillow.

Derek tried to pick up the scent of whoever it was that helped Erica, but he couldn't find much on her. There was something sweet lingering on her skin, but they’d removed her clothes when she was admitted to the hospital so he wouldn't find it there. “Well, whoever he is, I’ll have to owe him. Hale’s repay their debts.”

”I don't think he’ll feel like you owe him. I mean. Why would he save me if he was expecting something out of it and then not show up to the hospital?” Erica closed her eyes and squeezed Derek’s hand again. “Really, I’m okay. When can we leave?”

Derek glanced at the door, giving Erica another once over before he stood. “I’ll check with the doctors. I brought you a change of clothes since they said the others were ruined in the wreck.”

He released Erica’s hand and stood. “I’ll be back.”

He wiped his hands on his jeans and went to find a doctor. Derek wanted to get Erica out of there just as much as Erica wanted to leave. He hated hospitals.

And whoever saved Erica, Derek knew he owed them. He made a silent promise to find out who it was whenever things were quiet again.

[mustasekittens]

firefighter paramedic, Henrietta Wilson!

aaand stills! i couldnt get the full quality gif to be any smaller unfortunately. idk how to optimize gifs well

[dandelioncasey]

Just came across a post which mentioned this concept and now I'm wondering - has anyone found any fics where the shooting was about Hen and Chim, not Buck and Eddie? Or where the tsunami was Chim and Denny not Buck and Chris? Because I am DOWN to read those if anybody has written them, that would change the plots so much and I'm so curious 👀

[aesthetic--mood]

Chicago Fire Aesthetic

[fangwhoria]

do you guys remember that guy in season One or Two. that had im wanting to to say necrophilia but thats NOT IT. ummmm NARCOLEPSY. or something. and he kept like falling into a coma and there were those shots of the guy trapped in his body john malkovich style yelling at the coroner not to cut into him and then when hen and chimney came to rescue that poor coroner the narcoleptic guy was like so cute endearing and gay like hehe i dont want anyone to know i love getting a new lust for life also im soooo naked rn. well as i was falling asleep last night was bombarding me with images of Buck having that kind of disorder and eddie coroner meat i mean meet cute does anyone want to play with me here.

[mashupofmylife]

I've been in fire/EMS for almost 17 years (since 2007!)

I got my first state EMT card in 2009

I applied for medic class in 2011, but dropped out before it started because it conflicted with my college classes

I finally started medic class in 2021

I officially got my NREMT-P in 2022

Today, 3.5 years after medic class started, I finally got cut loose to operate independently as a paramedic. Right now, there's only one other volunteer medic in our whole jurisdiction.

It took way longer than expected. There were barriers and heartaches that I never could have imagined. I'm not working in the same system that I was when I started medic class anymore.

All the time, people ask me why the heck I still do this. I don't need to. I'm not trying to get hired as a firefighter/medic anywhere. I definitely didn't need to use vacation days to work a 24-48 shift schedule for the past several months, on top of my full time job where I'm a physician. I'm definitely not the best firefighter or medic out there, but I love this. I love the work, I love the people, I love the community. There are some other big fire department goals that are sitting on the horizon for me, but right now I am so excited that I've finally achieved one of the biggest goals that I set for myself when I first started volunteering. There aren't too many goals from that time left that I haven't yet achieved (and fewer that I still want to!).

[countrymusiclover]

10 - A Special First Date

Part 11

Dr. Redheaded Neighbor

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Getting out of the Uber car I walked inside the firehouse 51 small door since the larger vehicle doors were shut most likely until they received a call for an emergency they needed to attend to. Seeing the back doors of the ambulance were hung opened and I saw some familiar blonde hair moving around. “Sylvie Brett!”

“Yeah that’s me. Can I help you – Mallory, what are you doing here?” She glanced over her shoulder sending me a huge friendly grin on her face.

I stopped walking when I was standing outside the doors with a hand on my hip. I was wearing my old Army jacket that I hadn’t felt like wearing after the day I returned home. “I have a few hours before Will comes and picks me up, so I figured I’d come and hang with you. “

“Awe that’s cool. Although I gotta say that today has been pretty slow. But I do have some good news for you. My boss told me when you come into his office he has an application available for you at the ready.”

“How about right now. I’m free for a little bit.” I suggested hopefully.

She nodded gesturing her head toward an office door. We walked inside the building turning a few corners until we stood outside an office that read Chief on the door. “Chief Boden, I’d like to introduce Mallory Easton. She’s the former Army k-9 officer I have been telling you about.” She lead me inside where I saw a tall black man wearing a white shirt sitting in a desk chair.

“It’s nice to meet you, chief Boden.” I extended my hand to the man causing him to rise from his chair.

He shakes my hand firmly. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Easton. Brett has told me quite about what you did in your friends building. You saved her life.”

“I wasn’t sure if the clot would hold. I just remember seeing some pretty bad wounds when I was deployed. Just followed my basic instincts.” I shrugged my shoulders in response.

“Well, it was very impressive. And that is one of the reasons I am considering hiring you to be on my team.”

I shake my head still making point that he needed to understand regardless if they both wanted me to work here in this fire department. “I appreciate the opportunity. Truly I do. But I don’t have the experience of a paramedic or a firefighter. I know I can take the course to learn but would you mind that I’d be having to learn everything and be on the team at the same time.”

“If you’re considering taking the job you can start taking the courses now. Once you’ve gotten through them you’ll have a job waiting here in a few months.” He explained leaning his back against his desk. “The fact that you are a former Army vet will boost your credibility to get through the programs.”

I parted my mouth open processing if I took the opportunity or not. In all honesty I was spending most of the time when Will was at work by myself. Maxon’s company could only do so much considering he couldn’t talk back. Being in this department would be a good distraction and I could help people that I couldn’t necessarily do when I was deployed overseas. “Fill out the application information for paramedic training and I’ll be seeing you soon.”

“Thank you so much, Chief Boden.” I smiled shaking his hand again before Brett and I exited his office and back outside to the trucks.

Brett paused in her steps hugging me before saying a word back. “I can’t believe you’re going to be working here.”

“Woah slow down, Brett. I’m not anywhere near completely getting the job yet.”

She breaks the hug and I sent her a smile. “I’m just excited for you is all. I’m not worried about you getting to work here. You’ll do fine given the injuries and situations you’ve been through.”

“Thanks for having high confidence in me.” I responded before a car horn started going off and I saw a familiar black car driving up to the open double doors. I knew I recognized the vehicle but wasn’t entirely sure till the driver door opened and auburn hair came into my view with that cheeky grin. “Will!”

He shut the door coming over to us. “Mal. Sylvie.”

“What are you doing here. I thought you didn’t get off work until 5. It’s 3:50.”

He shoved his hands in the jacket he wore over his red hospital scrubs. “Natalie agreed she’d take on the rest of my shift for me. Plus I knew I wanted to surprise you.”

“Awe.”

Brett chimed in. “Hey if you need somebody to watch your dog for the evening I’d totally be open for it.”

“That would be great. Thanks, Sylvie.” I hugged her back too as a thank you.

Will held out his hand for me knowing we both needed to change clothes before going on our first date tonight. “Are you ready to go then, Mallory?”

“Yep.” Placing my hand in his we started walking back to the car. “We’ll drop Maxon off here!”

Sylvie grinned calling back to us. “Treat my girl right, Dr. Halstead!” She watched us drive away from the firehouse feeling excited just like the both of us were about the upcoming evening.

5:30 rolled around by the time we had gotten back to our apartment building and changed clothes. I had slipped on some black leggings underneath a short orange shirt that fell almost down to my knees. Will was in some jeans, a green short sleeve shirt with a black jacket thrown over it.

“So where are actually going now. You haven’t told me a single thing about the plans.” I asked as we made the drive further into downtown once we had left Maxon with Sylvie.

Will had one hand on the steering wheel when he glanced over at me in the passenger seat. “If I told you what we were doing it would ruin the surprise.”

“You are terrible at keeping secrets around me.”

He scoffed with a chuckle. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mallory.”

“The first night Maxon and I spent in your apartment you attempted to blame Maxon for eating the last of the Oreo’s even though dogs can’t have chocolate.” I sent him a glare knowing I was right. “When in reality you felt guilty that you did it and fessed up telling me the truth two seconds later.”

He rolled his eyes recalling the moment. “That is completely different. This time I want this to be a surprise so you’ll just have to wait.”

The drive didn’t last too much longer before he parked the car outside of a restaurant I hadn’t been to before. He came around helping me out of the car so we walked inside arms linked with one another. The hostess led us to the nearest booth where we sat across from each other. “The waitress should be with you shortly.”

“I can’t believe you brought me here. I wasn’t expecting you taking me someplace like this. I thought you’d be taking me to Molly’s for drinks and dinner.” I chuckled picking up the menu seeing that they had pretty much everything on there you could think of getting.

Will picked up his own menu looking it over. “We can go to Molly’s another time if you want. But I’d thought since this is our first official date it should be something a little more special.”

“What can I get you two to drink tonight?” The waitress with her brown hair tied up in a bun while carrying a notepad in her hands.

Will and I responded at the same time. “Angry Orchard.” I snorted a laugh out seeing a huge grin get plastered across his face.

“Okay, I’ll be back to take your orders.” The waitress slowly walked away with her eyes lingering on my best friend and I watched her sway her hips back and forth trying to seduce him making me gag at the thought.

Focusing back on the menu I saw that they had a Mac and cheeseburger that sounds pretty good. I knew we were at a somewhat fancy restaurant but they still had it listed on the menu so I should give it a try. “What are you gonna get, Will?”

“I’m not really that picky. We can split something if you wanted to.”

The waitress came back taking out a pen. “What can I get you tonight?”

“I’ll have a Mac and cheeseburger with fries. Oh uh – were gonna share that.” I handed her back the menu and she scribbled something down walking away. She came back a few minutes with two plates in her hands sitting it down in front of me.

Will cut the burger in half and we both silently ate. I take a few more bites before I saw some of the cheese coming out from under the bun and the next thing I felt was Will’s hand brushing against the tip of my nose. “You got something right there, Mal. There you go I’ve got it.”

“I guess you can’t take me anywhere, Halstead.” I chuckled watching him lick the cheese off his thumb.

We finished eating the burger and fries with him paying the bill where I thought we were about to go home for the evening yet that wasn’t accurate. We drove for a few minutes until I recognized the parking lot and building we were pulling up to. “Will, why are we at the hospital?” I asked shifting around in the passenger seat.

“I wanna show you something and don’t worry I’m allowed to take visitors in.” He unbuckled his seatbelt getting out first and I followed him towards the front sliding doors of the hospital emergency room.

We walked into the building going directly to the elevators. He hit the button that said up and then the one that was labeled roof. I kept trying to figure out what he was wanting to show me that was up there. The elevator doors slid open where I started to step out yet he covered my eyes with his hands causing me to laugh. “Will Halstead, what are you doing. If you want me to see whatever is up here, you gotta remove your hands.”

“You’ll see what I want to show you in a second.” He responded slowly walking the both of us forward out of the elevator.

I chuckled holding my hands out feeling my fingers touch the edge of a metal railing. “Don’t you dare let me fall over the edge of this thing.”

“I’d never let that happen. Now open your eyes in three, two, one.” He lowered his hands where I blinked my eyes a couple of times seeing all the building lights at the ground. From how high we were off the ground everything looked so small from here.

I dropped my mouth open twirling around on my feet seeing my best friend flashing me a huge grin on his face. “This is amazing. I’ve never seen the city from this high above before from the time I have been living here.”

“I’m glad you like it, Mallory. My boss pointed out to me that you could see the whole city from up here and maybe share some drinks. Like I told you earlier I really wanted this to be super special cause you’re special to me, Mallory Easton.” Will closed the gap pressing our chests together wrapping his arms around my waist, nuzzling his nose down onto mine.

I giggled nuzzling my nose back with his own, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time. And you’re special to me too.” Leaning up on my toes I captured his lips with mine, threading my right hand into his ginger curls. He leans closer deepening the kiss enjoying the moment.

Unknown to us my phone was vibrating in my purse that he had set down on the table near where we were standing. The caller was someone I wasn’t expecting to hear from since I had returned home.

[lvndrptchwrk]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : i didn't fall from heaven but i think you did

firefighter! osamu x paramedic! suna x nurse! komori

((the ossnkm brainrot continues and this wasnt beta read, just pure word vomit))

osamu's pov:

the fire was bad.

osamu chalked it up to faulty wiring or maybe a gas leak. either way, this building was toast, literally. he was the last firefighter in there, doing a last sweep for civilians and avoiding debris as much as possible.

he called out for signs of life until his throat gave out, and when he was absolutely certain he was the last person in there, he made his way to an exit.

now, being on the top floor of a burning (and collapsing) building, you would think the safest exit would be through a balcony or window. but osamu, bless his soul, became trapped in a windowless room. his radio crackled to life.

"osamu! everyone's accounted for! get yer ass out, the building is gunna blow!" atsumu barked into the radio, and osamu cursed silently. 'would've loved that information BEFORE getting trapped on the top floor.' osamu thought. his breaths became shallow, his mask only doing so much to prevent the smoke entering his lungs. he had to leave, and now.

before he had the chance to think, the floor collapsed on him sending him three stories down and onto the ground floor.

well. that solved his trapped issue. that also caused an immense pain in his arm.

great.

the building creaked in pain and osamu took that as a sign to get out before the building flattened him. the quickest way out was the window, which osamu jumped out of.

maybe he shouldn't have used his injured arm to break the window.

suna's pov:

it was absolute chaos outside.

civilians were being extra annoying as they tried to enter the burning building to try and retrieve who knows what. firefighters and several paramedics were doing their best to keep them away as they treated wounds or put out the fire.

suna was one of the paramedics on site, treating someone who was close to the fire when it started and luckily only had some minor burns. he worked swiftly as the police officer nearby took their statement of how the fire started. the brunette looked to the officer in sympathy as the man he was treating rambled and seemed to not directly answer the questions.

whatever, that wasn't his field and above his paygrade.

he cleared the man and the officer took him to wherever as suna looked up to see if there was anyone else to treat.

that's when he saw a firefighter jump out of the window and land on his arm, which had GOT to hurt. when the firefighter showed no signs of getting up, he dashed over with a stretcher to help him in any way possible. another firefighter dashed over, and the two of them hauled the unconscious firefighter onto the stretcher to let suna check for injuries.

when suna ripped his mask off, he nearly choked on air. 'holy shit, he's hot as hell!' the brunette thought, and it took everything in him to stop staring at his face and start checking for injuries. he wheeled the stretcher over to his truck, assessing his arms and getting an oxygen mask on his perfectly sculpted face. "damnit 'samu, i knew ya shouldn't have gone in there alone!" the firefighter scolded, and suna looked up to see a similar face looking at the unconsious firefighter.

'oh, they're twins.' suna realized.

the first thought that crossed suna's mind was 'they have the same face, but why is the unconsious one so much hotter' followed by guilt because 'damnit rin, you have a boyfriend... one who might also think this guy is hot.'

he pushed his spiralling gay thoughts aside before the blonde twin could start attacking his twin and wheeled "'samu" into the patient mod. this made the blonde firefighter stop and stare worriedly at his brother, knowing he couldn't come along since he still had a job to do.

that fact was emphasized when someone yelled out the blonde's name and he went running, leaving suna and "'samu" alone. said boy groaned, and suna went back into work mode to ensure the man wouldn't try to injure himself further.

"easy there, big guy. you've taken quite the fall. we gotta take you to the hospital." suna explains, doing his best to splinter his arm to keep him from moving it more and checking his lungs so often.

it was the most he could do to keep his gay panic at bay.

osamu's pov:

when he came to, it was noticeably less hot and his arm seemed numb. "-taken quite the fall. we gotta take you to the hospital." he hears, and looks up and-

has he died and gone to heaven? because there was a brunette angel splinting his arm. and of course, he had to voice his thoughts.

"'f course i fell. fell fer you, angel." he says, albiet muffled from the oxygen mask. it seems the brunette heard him clearly, however, as he turned a bright shade of red. osamu let out a wheezy laugh, causing the brunette to smile.

"okay, easy 'samu." the brunette started, and osamu's heart beat faster. 'this beautiful brunette not only knew his name, but called him a nickname??? he might be hearing wedding bells' the firefighter thought. "you breathed in quite a bit of smoke, and your arm might be broken." the brunette explained, but osamu was too occupied with his thoughts.

"i'm sure my boyfriend will be able to help you, you'll be in good hands." the brunette says, and osamu's heart drops.

the beautiful ones are always taken.

motoya's pov:

it was quite honestly a mundane shift.

that was until the news interrupted whatever drama show was on, showing a building engulfed in flames. it wasn't long until the head nurse of his floor gathered him and a few nurses and doctors.

"okay, so according to the paramedics on site, they were able to evacuate a good majority of the building, but there's a number of minor injuries and cases of smoke inhalation. there's only a handful of burns and other major injuries so ensure they are prioritized." the group separated to prepare for the number of patients theyll receive and motoya silently mourns for his previously mundane evening.

he takes a moment to check his phone, seeing a single text from his boyfriend, rintaro.

rin <3: hey, we got a rlly hot firefighter w broken arm and smoke inhalation, treat him and agree with me

motoya SHOULD be more offended, but he knows this job, along with rintaro's, has them seeing their fair share of hot men. it wasn't long until patients from the burning building came pouring in, and motoya and the other nurses and doctors jumped in to treat them.

komori spent time treating burn wounds and ensuring the patient's lungs were clear or would clear with time. rintaro and the mystery firefighter were the last to arrive, and yet he seemed to have the worst injury.

komori excused himself from his patient to help rintaro transfer the firefighter from the stretcher to an open bed, and immediately taking a look at their face.

'holy shit, rin was right. he is hot.' motoya thought as he went to connect the man to an oxygen and clear his arm of soot and dirt to cast his arm.

the whole time, motoya figured he and rintaro were thinking the same thing: they wanted to take this fine firefighter on a date.

osamu's pov:

he woke up to the white ceiling bustling noise of a hospital. it was odd, because there was no reason for him to pass out from slight smoke inhalation and a fractured arm.

well, finding out that your hot paramedic was dating should be reason enough, right?

he looked over to the nurse checking his vitals, and-

'holy shit, did i really die and go to heaven? or is everyone in the medical field just hot?' osamu's heart beat faster, which reflected onto the monitor. the nurse looked over and smiled, and damn, could you become even prettier?

the answer is yes.

"oh! youre awake! that's good. i'm nurse komori, i'll be taking care of you." komori greeted, and osamu repeated the name over and over in his head. komori seemed to talk more, probably about his injuries and how he should take a rest to recover and something about his arm, but osamu was just more interested in how his voice sounded, the little quirks and ticks about his voice and-

"oh, rintaro! he's been waiting for you to wake up, let me go and grab him!" komori says, causing osamu to break from his thoughts as he watched komori walk away.

his thoughts were about to start with questions when komori and the hot paramedic from earlier came back, both of them holding hands and smiling and-

oh. things made sense now.

the paramedic- rintaro and komori were boyfriends.

the beautiful people were always taken.

"hey, you're awake! you were pretty hot jumping out of the window, but try not to break your arm next time, yea?" rintaro spoke, and osamu's heart leapt back in his throat.

just because they were taken by each other doesn't mean osamu can't pine for both of them.

"uh- yeah, you're arm is broken in two spots, and it'll be about six weeks before you can take the cast off." komori explains.

aaand osamu's heart jumps right back down to his stomach.

"s-six weeks!? but what about work? or working out- how am i supposed ta cook with a cast?!" osamu exclaims, starting to panic a bit. the two medical boys just laugh.

"wow, from barely talking to going a mile a minute. you really do work wonders motoya." rintaro teases, making komori blush. osamu shuts his mouth and turns red as well.

"well, i'm sure your work will accomodate you or get you time off, you've already saved plenty of lives today." motoya compliments, placing a hand on osamu's cast. rintaro follows, and osamu has no choice but to let any and all thoughts cease and let the boys talk.

"you got six weeks, i'm sure you got plenty of time to go and relax, maybe leet the two of us take you out for dinner?" rintaro suggests, and osamu swears he might develop heart problems with how his heart is jumping everywhere.

"rin, youre gonna give him a heart attack." komori scolds and rintaro shrugs with a sly smug. "whaat? no reason to stall." he whines, but komori doesn't seem mad in the slightest. instead, they're both looking at him with hopeful looks.

'right, i need to respond.'

"of course! i- i mean yes! i want dinner with you both!" he pretty much blurts out, his face turning redder than roses. the two smiled and after some much needed formal introductions, osamu found himself glad he'll have some time off from work.

he's got a date with two of the most beautiful people in the planet to head to.

((i kinda suck at endings but its okay i hope you guys enjoy this!! if theres any typos or grammatical errors shh no there wasn't))

[clarkgriffon]

Okay I just saw the firefighter kiss fr that’s wild!! GOOD FOR YALL!!!

[stupidityismyjobsecurity]

End of shift handoff report

Me: “Some fucking dumbass left our garbage can at [far as fuck away hospital] but other than that It’s got six tires and gas so you should be fine.”

Oncoming crew: “… was it… y-“

Me: “Yes. It was me. I’m the fucking dumbass.”