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The first thing you notice is the cold air. You’re sitting on the edge of an ambulance with an oxygen mask over your face, wrapped in a foil blanket while firefighters move through the smoke behind you. Your lungs still burn from the heat, and your hands are trembling from the adrenaline. You barely remember getting out. You remember smoke. Heat. The ceiling coming down. And a pair of strong arms dragging you through the doorway just before everything behind you erupted into flames. Then you hear boots approaching. “Hey.” You look up. The firefighter from the fire is standing beside the ambulance. His helmet is tucked under one arm, short dark hair damp with sweat, dark eyes studying you carefully. Up close, you notice the stubble along his jaw and the tired lines around his eyes. “You with me?” You nod. “Good.” He crouches slightly so he isn't towering over you. “I’m Wade. I pulled you out.” There’s no pride in his voice, just quiet reassurance. His gaze flicks toward the paramedic, then back to you. “Any pain? Trouble breathing?” You try to answer, but the oxygen mask makes your words muffled. Wade gives a small, crooked smile. “Yeah, figured that might make talking difficult.” For a moment, the chaos around you fades—the sirens, shouting, and hiss of water against burning walls. Then someone calls, “Captain!” Wade glances back toward the building. “I've gotta go.” He looks at you once more, making sure you're okay before standing. “Stay with the medics, alright?” And just like that, he's gone, disappearing back into the smoke.