firefighter – Christy Grace Scarlet Pen

Recently in Victoria Australia, we’ve had bush fires ravage our state, and country.

It has been devastating, and there is little we can do to help, except support the local businesses, those who lost their homes and the animals whose homes were also destroyed.

The bright spot in all this tragedy, is the brave, selfless and incredible work of all the firefighters who risked it all to bring the devastation to an end.

Recently, I posted a #FuriousFiction short story called ‘SIRENS’ which highlighted another type of job that the AMAZING Emergency Services handles – car accidents.

A few years ago, I had a pretty big car accident. As I look back, I wanted to be able to remember the people around me more clearly, but it isn’t like those victims who fall in love with their firemen rescuers for everyone – I actually barely remember that.

I do recall a woman (couldn’t tell you what she looked like) as I handed her my phone to call my Mother, and people scaring the crap out of me as I heard them say the car may be on fire (it wasn’t). I recall the blinding pain in my chest (I later learned I had a pneumothorax and horrific bruising – most likely from the airbags which saved my life) and I recall saying over, and over again that I had just paid off the car!

The firefighters helped me out of my car – the door on the driver’s side was jammed – but I don’t remember them at all! The story I wrote (link at the end of this post) showed firefighters at an accident scene, with a woman just as foggy as I was. I am so grateful for ALL emergency services! The people who risk their own safety, and help to save strangers they don’t know is a phenomenal idea – but do they really get the recognition they deserve on the daily?

Yes, we see them in the emergencies – the bushfires, the shootings, the accidents we (or our loved ones) are a part of, or the medical emergencies of ourselves or our family/friends; but when we go about our daily lives, do we REALLY remember the hard work they do??

I want to ALWAYS remember, and ALWAYS promote these every day HEROES!

What is the BEST thing you have ever seen/heard of event by firefighters, paramedics, or police? I want to know – let’s share the love!

To check out the Furious Fiction story – head to this link:
https://atomic-temporary-148610121.wpcomstaging.com/2019/11/23/sirens-furious-fiction/

See You in the Adventures!
Christy Grace

Sirens (Furious Fiction)

FURIOUS FICTION

Accidents, Firemen and Life or Death – June 2019 Furious Fiction – Enjoy!

SIRENS

Sirens grew louder as fire fighters arrived on the accident scene.
I watched through foggy eyes, as the bright red fire engine pulled up next to my car.
The pain was rippling through my legs, chest and head, as I tried to shift underneath the mangled car parts that were shoved up against my body.
My lips were dry and cracked as I attempted to yell out for help. No noise escaped and I tried a soft word, then a whisper; anything.
The smoke was starting to thicken and I squinted, trying to find a face in the smog.
A man with a short, black beard, about thirty, poked his head through the cloud and looked up and down the state of my body.
“Hi, my name is Steven, what’s yours?”

I tried to utter words, but breathing was difficult enough. “Samantha,” I finally managed to whisper.
Steven nodded and looked back at the mangled mess in front of me, turning to yell something behind him as horns honked with traffic now at a screeching halt. I tried to look behind me at the van, which had slammed into my car, and the car in front of me.
“Hey now, stay steady,” Steven said, guiding my head gently back into place. I glanced down at my legs, now hidden by the crushing metal. Steven put a neck brace on me and smiled, “You’re looking a little red in the jowls, Samantha.”
I frowned and he chuckled.
“I have word of the day toilet paper,” he said, pointing to my face. “Your cheeks are looking red.”

I took in a sharp breath as the buzzing of tools shook my car. Steven disappeared and I felt my breathing getting shallow, as my eyes frantically scanned the seat next to me. My son’s Iron Man lunchbox sat on the floor where he had left it this morning.
Steven returned and smiled, “We’ve almost separated the two cars Samantha, just hold on.” He looked across me, the quickly checked the back seat as he saw the lunchbox.
“He’s at school. My son forgot his lunch,” I said quietly. Steven frowned then nodded, disappearing into the haze once again. I felt myself fading, until a sharp grip on my arm pulled me back into reality. Steven was yelling at me, but I couldn’t hear him anymore.

The world was slowly slipping away when light flooded the car. The contorted metal was being pulled away from my legs, and I took in a deep breath of air, as the pressure on my chest was released. The pain was unbearable and I yelled out, as other fire fighters surrounded my now exposed driver’s seat. They slid me onto a thin board and I held my breath as they lifted me into the air, and onto a stretcher.
The world was starting to fade again as I saw Steven’s face, as he spoke in a distant voice next to me.
“You’re going to be ok Samantha.”

Thanks for reading this Furious Fiction from September 2019 by Christy Grace