Becoming the EMT

**Valerian P.O.V.**

It had been 6 months since we moved to New York. I went to school then to my part time job working at a preschool. I loved what I was doing. Then came the week after I turned 17. I was at work when Dad called and told me to come outside quickly. Tommy had been at a fire and was badly injured. I got into Dad’s car and my heart raced as he sped down the road towards the fire. We pulled up just as the EMT’s put Tommy onto the stretcher. He had bad burns on his legs and arms, but other than that only his face was black with ash. Dad ran into the fire when he heard a child crying. I watched in horror as the building collapsed down on top of him.

“DAD!”

I screamed out and went to run towards the building when a strong arm wrapped around me to prevent me from going in. I tried to fight against it as I felt the tears flowing down