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(FireFighter/ 2006-present)

Some words you should know before you read:

Pipe: That's the hose but mostly called a line.

The Stick: The stick is an aerial ladder (a long ladder used for higher places). they're usually used for fire engines.


I thought it would be another average night, drinking coffee and in my professional suit on my computer desk, working...

"Help!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

The door was locked and the knob was hot.

¨Please somebody help.¨ I screamed while banging on the door. The room was getting hotter by the second. dangerous gas filled the room. Paint from the walls messes with my throat when I breathe.

My body heated quickly and I began to feel dizzy then, I collapsed to the ground. My body was unable to move as the fire entered the room. That's when I knew this was it, my last day on earth.

My eyes shut. I try to stay awake but I lost all my energy. The sound of fire surrounding my body makes me scared. I cry as it comes closer. The fire heat touches my sweaty skin.

Somebody please, rescue me...
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BANG BANG BANG!
the sound of loud bangs from the door scares me. It was a miracle. Maybe I will see the light again.

"I found someone." I hear a man yell.

I wanted to open my eyes and see my savior but they were clenched tight. "Is she alive?" someone asked from, what sounded like a walkie-talkie.

"I felt two fingers press on the side of my neck."

"There's still a pulse, but barely." the mysterious voice says, "I'm bringing her out."

I was lifted up by strong arms and a gas mask was applied to my face. I could feel the material on his suit and realized I was saved by a firefighter.

"You're going to be okay, your safe now."

I wanted to praise him for finding me here but nothing came out of my mouth. It was like I was in a coma.

As he ran, I hear loud cracks of glass, metal, and sealing lights crash to the floor. we moved quickly.

I hear him mumble under his breath "you gotta be shitting me..."

After fighting and fighting for eyesight, I was able to see it again. I squinted my eyes and observed the place. He carries me from one room to the other but all of them were filled with powerful flames. There was only one more place left, the window. The fireman gently laid me on the floor and began to slam his arm on the glass, blood bleeding through his suit, he grunted at the pain. Since his first attempt didn't work, he tried his body, then his foot. Eventually, it shattered. He hits the remaining pieces on the corners so we don't get hurt by them.

He puts me over his shoulder and climes out the window. Again, my body was numb, so I relied on him a lot. I was afraid of heights so the experience was unpleasant but it was better than dying in that fire.

The brick walls were steep but possible to climb on. There was a set of stairs in a far distance and he, The fireman anticipated getting there.

He breathed heavily as he moved. With my extra weight on him, I couldn't imagine how difficult this was for him. The fire grew and made it out the window. It began to follow us. "Number 49, did you make it.... hello, can you hear me?" He had to ignore the call and not get distracted or else it would be the death of both of us.

When we made it to the stairs, He drops me on one of the steps. before following. He took off his helmet and wiped the sweat off his face. quickly rushed towards to check on me, then rested his body on the stairs, letting out shaky breaths.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" He asks.

I looked up at him still in a dizzy state. He was diffidently scared by the look on his face. His mouth was parted open and his eyebrows were furrowed. But once I was able to have a good look at his face, I had a mini heart attack. He was really good-looking, I hate to admit that during this dreadful moment. He took his gloves and rested his hand on my cheek but I didn't feel anything, my body was still lacking feeling.

"Vitar, do you copy?" A glitchy signal from his talkie. He pulled it out with the little energy that remained in him, he responded, "I copy. I'm here with a young woman who is not in a good condition." He takes a big breath," I'm not sure where our location is at the moment."

"Hey, you're going to be okay?"

Thank goodness, I thought I was gonna die...

The fellow fireman chuckled, "as long as you're with me, I promise I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe. Now, are you able to stand up?" He asked.

"I can't feel my body," I struggled to open my lips, but it was the only thing able to move at the moment. I slowly answered, but he listened, being patient the whole time.

"Okay. I'll just continue to carry you then."

He rubbed my arm and gasped a little. "Your cold." He says. I nodded with a slight smile. "Yeah, I guess I am..." I whisper in a raspy voice, I felt weaker the more I spoke. He caught on and panicked. He took off his suit and put it on my fragile body. His black shirt exposed his muscles. He held me in his arms and rubbed my back. I wish I was able to feel him because it felt good.

"What's your name?" I could hear the soft yet, deep voice.

"Y/n Y/l/n," I answer.

"What a pretty name."

I nervously giggle, "thank you...-"

"Micheal Vitar, number 49. Do you copy!"

"Yes, I copy. I'm located at the back of the building. On the remaining set of stairs. The victim I'm with, her name is Y/n Y/l/n, She is safe with me, her body is paralyzed waist down and has a few injuries from the flames. Her arms are charred and she is getting weaker. We're gonna need the stick and Pipe man." He responds.

"They're on their way, as well as an ambulance."

"Thank you." He puts the walkie-talkie away and sits with me. A comforting peace arises between us. "You risked your life for me..." I say... mumbling.

He chuckled. "well yeah. My job is to protect no matter what. Even if it costs my life." He replied.

30 minutes pass, and a crew of police cars, news trucks, ambulances, and two fire trucks make it to our location. I was relieved, "This is us." he says.

I let out my last chuckle before everything goes black.
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"Where am I?"

Beeps ring my sensitive ears and bother my head. needles were stuck in my wrists and another gas mask was attached to my face. I was in a hospital. "I must've blacked out."

I lay on my pillow trying to recall the event that just occurred. " The fireman and named Mike. He saved my ass and almost killed himself doing it.

My parents and friends pass by as well as my coworkers as they brought flowers and notecards. I appreciated them but yet I still wasn't satisfied. There was one person I still wanted to see.

I continued to watch TV to pass time but then was interrupted by a nurse.

"There is someone who wants to see you." she politely smiled.

"Okay," I say.

The door opens and Mike Vitar walks through the door. He was wearing casual clothes instead of his uniform.

In his hand he held roses. A smile emerged on my face once I saw him. "Y/n, right?" He asks.

"Yes, yes it is," I reply.

The nurse exits the room leaving the two of us. "I don't know how to thank you, Mike. I could've been dead by now but you saved me. " Almost breaking down, I kept myself together.

"I do the best that I can. I'm still getting used to things." He said as he handed me the flowers and notecard.

"What? What do you mean? You're new to the job?"

"Rookie. I started a year and a half." He says.

"wow, you were a pro out there. That was very brave of you."

"Thank you. I appreciate that. I just came by to check on you. By the look of it, you look like you might be here for a while." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I think so too." I chuckled.

"I'll be visiting. My number in your card If you ever wanna call. I hope you get better." he winked.

"I defiantly will."

Once he left, I was left with sweet, auras of flowers and a pretty, pink notecard. I opened it before the other cards I received.
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"Dear, Y/n,
I hope you get better soon and fast. I know you will since you are very strong. Not a single tear came down your face out there. When we sat out there by the staircase, although it was a dangerous place, I felt at peace when I held you. I felt like an actual hero. You were so sweet and warm, even though your temperature dropped by a million. What I'm trying to say is, I really wanted that moment between us to last forever.

I hope the best for you, and get well.

XXX-XXX-XXXX"
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(EMT/ 1996)
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My dad called the ambulance that evening. I sprained both my leg and broke the other after doing something stupid. I screamed in pain on my living room couch. My mom sat next to me trying to comfort me as my dad paced left and right on the phone.

"Don't cry sweetie, the ambulance is on there way. " My mom was crying more than I was. Her salty tears scared me and broke my heart.

Lights of blue and red shine through the cracks of our curtains.

My dad rushed to the door and quickly the crew of EMTs entered. As two members fix the wheel stretcher, one young man crouches next to me and holds on to my hand. I gripped it tight. "Hey, you're going to be all right. I'm gonna be with you the whole time. My name is Mike Vitar, if you need anything just call my name." His voice comforted me. He was so close I could see his beautiful eyes in the dim room.

"Thank you..." I cried.
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Everyone entered the trunk of the ambulance. As soon as we got in, the team of workers was checking my pulse and my breathing... such and such.

Mike sat at a seat next to me, his hand was still gripped to mine. He hasn't let go since. Mike's head rested on my shoulder, his arm wrapped around my body, although my body was strapped down to a bed. His blue gloves and work attire made me feel an awfully different way. His simple, sympathetic smile and well-combed hair, his jawline, and tan skin... Just staring at him for a while relieved my suffering.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you?"

"yes, that's okay."

I'm glad he was given the job, I was already attached to him when he first entered the room.

Mike had asked me about my pain, stress, etc. "Where is it hurting tell me how you feeling right now." He asks,

I pointed to my left leg, the leg that was broken and shattered. Then I pointed to my ankle, the one that was sprained. He was empathetic like he could feel the same pain I was. He understood me well.

A lot of people surrounded me but It felt like I was alone with him. hand rubbing my frigid arm was like a bandage.

It was quiet so he built up a conversation to lighten up my mood. "I'm so sorry you have to deal with this." He says.

"It's not your fault," I say, the pain still strong but I kept it in.

"You are very brave, usually people older than you would've fainted or barfed all over the place.." he chuckled

"Ewwww" I groaned in disgust.

He laughed harder. "Yeah I know, gross."

I let out a true giggle.

"You have a beautiful smile."

I blushed uncontrollably, "thank you." It was like I couldn't feel anything anymore. My heart paced faster, it even scared the other people in the truck. As I laughed, they panicked checking my body again. As we both laughed I felt myself again.
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It was my fourth week of physical therapy and I improved by a million. As my trainer was helping me stretch my leg, holding my arms on two poles, I had a certain someone in my mind. I lost balance and almost fell but I was caught.

"Sorry teach', I wasn't thinking straight." I sighed.

"What were you thinking about?" The voice I thought was owned by my Psychiatrist was someone else.

I looked up and saw a lifesaver looking back down with a cute smile.

"Mike, what are you doing here?" I yelped before giving him a big hug. Of course, my therapist watched over my legs.

" I just wanted to see how my favorite patient was doing. I can see your improving by a lot."

"Mhm. And it's only the fourth week." I smudged.

My Physician interrupted, "Yeah, she's improving more than my other patients, I'm really proud of her."

"Well I should be on my way now, I'm glad I could see you again. And to be honest, I missed seeing your face, I was worried you'd be super depressed about your legs, seems like that's not the case. "

"Yeah. thanks to you, I feel better than ever."






(Actor/1991-1996)
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"Hey Y/n, you gotta check this out!!" The banging on my door was chaotic, I already knew who it was.

I opened my door, "Mike what is the problem??"

He pulled out a card and handed it to me, his excitement confused me.
I looked at the card, It was related to acting and it had a number underneath it.

"Holy cow! How'd you get this?" I asked.

"The carnival at school today. A man just came up to me and told me I was perfect." He continued, "I don't know if I should try it out. My Pablo thinks I should."

"Mike, with an opportunity like this, I think you should too," I say.

"I'll be on TV, I'll be famous. It'll be awesome!" His voice cracked as he sang.

I just shook my head because of his crazy energy, "I'll always be there cheering you on Mikey."

"I know you will. And I'm glad you will."

Then Mike takes my hand and drags me out of my house. "What are you doing?" I chuckled.

"Outside, there's gotta be some way to celebrate this."

I just rolled my eyes and laughed. "Whatever Micheal."

I knew he was gonna make it and have his spotlight moment. He was going to influence the world with his talent.





A/N
These are all of Mike's careers and so I thought maybe I should write mini stories for all of them. It was fun. I don't know much about some of these careers so I did a bunch of research. If something is wrong with any of them, please tell me.<33

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