You groan and turn over in the bed, trying to get more comfortable. Dan's snoring softly next to you. You find a more comfortable way to lie.
You're about to close your eyes again when you spot light coming through the crack under your door. Someone must have left the landing light on.
You sigh and lift Dan's arm off your waist, setting it back down gently on the duvet, so you don't wake him up. You pad across the bedroom floor in your bare feet, towards the door.
You yawn and grab the doorknob, only to burn your hand. You pull it back hurriedly and inspect it for burn marks. There are none, but it still stings.
You look at the door, puzzled. You grab a dressing gown and put it over your hand to protect yourself from the hot doorknob, and turn it, opening the door.
A bright orange light sears your eyelids, and heat rushes into the room. A sour smell hangs in the air - smoke.
You bring your hand up to your face and run back into the room. You shake Dan's shoulders urgently.
"Dan!" You choke out, coughing from all the smoke. "There's a fire - wake up!"
He groans and sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes. "W-What?"
"There's a fire! Get out of bed!" you repeat, shouting over the noise of the flames.
His eyes widen and he throws the duvet off him quickly, looking out the bedroom door, where the flames crackle and flicker menacingly.
You hear an ear-splitting cracking, crunching sound. You walk cautiously over to the door of your bedroom, and see that the stairs have collapsed due to the heat. Now there's no way to get to the front door - no way to escape.
You give Dan a look of pure terror. "Dan... we're going to die..."
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and your vision goes blurry. Dan puts his arms around you, and gives you a quick, tight hug.
"Y/n, we are not dying tonight. There has to be another way to get out... How high is the window from the ground?" he asks.
You wipe your eyes and cough again. "We're on the third floor, we can't jump from here!"
He runs a hand through his hair. "Is your phone still working?"
You look over to the bedside table, where your phone is sitting. You run over and grab it. You look back at the flames anxiously. They're spreading quickly across the carpet, completely destroying it.
You chuck the phone to Dan, who catches it and starts dialling for the ambulance (999, because this is set in England).
There's a sudden pain in your foot, making you yelp in pain. Your foot is being attacked by the flames. The stinging is so intense, tears start streaming from your eyes. You run over to Dan again, limping.
He gives you a worried look. "Yes," he says into the phone. "Please hurry!" He sets it down and looks at your foot. "Holy f***, Y/n!"
"Is it bad?" you manage to ask, wincing.
He gulps and nods slowly. "I've decided what we can do. Help me push the mattress out of the window!"
You nod and bite your lip in pain as you stub your toe on the edge of the bed.
Way to go, Y/n.
You lift one end of the mattress, and Dan lifts the other one. Together, you manage to squash it out of your (luckily) big window and drop it onto the grass below. Dan grabs the duvet and all the plushies he can carry, throwing them onto the mattress too.
You look back towards the door. The flames are now only halfway across the room, slowly advancing towards you both.
"What about Mum?" you splutter, coughing as more of the thick smoke enters your lungs.
Dan looks back towards the door. "She's clever, she'll get out."
You nod slowly, the smoke stinging your eyes. He smiles and picks you up gently. He sets you on the windowsill, and climbs up beside you.
Your stomach lurches as you look towards the ground. You take deep breaths, and look towards Dan, who seems to be as anxious as you.
He looks up and catches your eye. "Get ready to jump off."
"Okay," you reply, shuffling forward to the edge of the windowsill.
"Scared?" he asks you, grasping your hand firmly.
You nod and grimace.
"Me too," he replies, giving you a small smile and launching you both off the windowsill.
The last thing you hear are the sirens wailing.
*le time skip*
Dan's POV:
I blink in the blinding white light. My throat feels raw and dry. I look at my body, and see a hospital gown. I catch sight of a nurse on the other side of the room.
"N-Nurse-" I choke out, gasping in pain.
She looks up and runs over to the side of my hospital bed. "Don't talk, it'll hurt your throat."
Yeah, I know.
I look round the room. Y/n - where's Y/n? I struggle in the bed and call out her name urgently. I sit up, and almost pass out. My head pounds, and I clutch it, scrunching my eyes shut.
I feel a hand on my chest gently pushing me back down into a lying position. I struggle against it.
"Where is she?! Y/n, Y/n!"
"You need to calm down. Lie back on the bed, please," the nurse commands.
I shake my head and try to get out of the bed. The nurse presses a button, and several other nurses come running through the door. They grab me and put me back on the bed.
"No, I need to see her!" I cry out, shaking the nurses off.
I feel a prick in my arm, then I pass out.
Nurse Emily's POV:
I watch the young man slump back onto his pillows, his eyes closing. I absolutely hate drugging people, but sometimes it's necessary to do so for their safety, and the safety of others.
My colleagues step back from the hospital bed, panting slightly.
"What was he so worked up about?" I ask my friend, Jenni.
She shrugs. "He was talking about someone called Y/n. Probably his girlfriend."
"Oh..." I say, trailing off. "Why's he here in the first place?"
"There was a house fire, and he jumped out of a third-story window onto a mattress, which didn't cushion his fall very well. He's badly bruised, and has a few cuts. He inhaled a lot of smoke, too," she replies, sighing. "He's kinda hot, don't you think?"
I hum in agreement. Jenni and I make our way out of the room he's in and go to the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee. I only just started doing night shifts, and it's hard to get used to. Coffee is my saviour.
We sit down with our paper cups of coffee and chat, mainly gossiping.
The buzzer on my belt goes off, meaning someone wants help with something. I check the screen - it says Ward 22. I roll my eyes and dump my coffee in the bin as I exit the cafeteria.
Once I get to Ward 22, I see an old woman beckoning me over. Her name's Maggie, and she has a broken knee, from falling down the stairs or something.
I make my way over to her, and she clasps my arm.
"Could you get me a cuppa, love?" she asks me.
I smile and nod, going out of the room and down the corridor to the cafeteria.
"Make way!" I hear someone shout from behind me.
I look over my shoulder and see a hospital bed being rushed towards me, being pushed by several paramedics and some of my fellow nurses. I flatten myself against the wall so the people can get past.
Out of curiosity, I look at the person on the bed. It's a young female, who's very pretty, I must admit. She's crying out and screaming, probably because of her leg, which looks severely burned.
She brushes my hand as the people rush the hospital bed.
"Find Dan," she whispers weakly.
A/N: This is a little bit short, sorry :/ I just felt like this was a good place to end the chapter xD
In case you haven't guessed, the girl on the hospital bed is you >:3
Bye!
P.S. I'm sorry if I gave you a heart attack :P
P.P.S. Do you want the mum to live or die? I'm gonna let you guys decide!