Emergency Fire Blanket Reviews の小説・ストーリー

"Yes." "You're lucky! We have a lot of veterans here. Especially Alaric—he's a pro at setting up tents. He’ll help you out later for sure." Iris smiled. "Ember, I bought a super cool tent online. It’s waterproof, windproof, even heavy-rainproof! Did you forget your sleeping bag?" "I brought one." Emerald smiled sweetly. "I also packed your favorite snacks and comics." "Em, you’re the best! Whoever marries you is going to be one lucky person!" Iris exclaimed happily.

There was nothing that could speed up this process, and so I waited. By the time my sight returned, my underwear had been pulled back up. My skirt was still on the floor, soaked through with blood. I’d recoiled at the sensation of fabric on my arms and whipped my head down to see a blanket draped over my shoulders. It was one of those fire blankets that they’d put on survivors in the movies, grey and scratchy against my skin. I had no clue how long Elijah had been standing there, knelt in the blood as he snapped his fingers in front of my face, shining that stupid little flashlight in my eyes.

Seeing Damon still searching for anything we could burn, I frowned. “Nothing?” I asked as I approached him. “I don't think there's anything we can use to start a fire but I saw this blanket in one of the boxes.” Under close inspection, I could tell it wasn't dirty. Whoever it had belonged to had kept it well. It was soft to the touch as I held it in my arms. Staring at it, an idea came to mind. It’s not much, so just use it for the night,” Damon said, placing the blanket gently on the edge of the bed. “Women tend to catch colds more easily than men anyway. I’ll be by the door if you need me.”

How were they going to start that fire, though? The answer came with the rest of what Kat brought before the rain started to fall. There was a first aid kit in one hand, and the other held a black bag. "Check this out!" Kat said as she put down the first aid kit. "We can patch you two up properly now!" Wild's tail wagged. "That's great - though I wish we had this before I tore apart my only source of warmth -" Kat smiled apologetically. "But wait, there's more!" She opened up the black bag and started pulling things out. Safety gloves, a utility knife, a tape measure, as well as insulation tape, a pen, a whistle, a multipurpose blade, an emergency blanket, scissors, a plastic tweezer, safety

“You can’t take us to court if you’re five feet under the ground.” To my horror, she lit the corner of the blanket. Panicked, I realized that most of the things in the room were highly flammable. I struggled to move, but my body was still under the grips of the anesthetic. “Ooops,” Lydia said, as she lit the other corner of the blanket. “Looks like a fire is about to break out. An accidental fire, of course.” The blanket was on fire now, the flames spreading towards me. I willed my body to move, but it wouldn’t. Smoke began to billow. Once the flames hit the oxygen tanks, they would explode. I had to get out of here.

"But he still feels quite cold to the touch." Just then, the cacophony of sirens finally broke through the howling storm outside. Another uniform officer jogged into the room carrying two crinkling, silver foil thermal blankets, followed closely by two paramedics carrying heavy medical jump bags. One paramedic was an older, stern-looking woman, and the other was a younger lady who looked visibly shaken by the smell of the room. Bosley and Johnson gratefully took the foil blankets and wrapped up each baby, the metallic crinkling sound incredibly loud in the quiet space. Johnson pulled a black permanent marker from her breast pocket. With swift, definitive strokes, she wrote Benjamin on one si

I fumbled my way along the wall until my fingers grazed the protruding box, silently praying someone else hadn’t already taken it. “Come on, please, come on,” I mumbled, coughing from the smoke that filled my lungs. I ran my fingers over the front and let out the breath I was holding when I realised that the glass was intact. Pulling my arm back, I thrust my elbow into it, smashing the glass. Shoving my hand inside quickly, I grabbed the small fire extinguisher and fire blanket from inside. I silently thanked my training because things like scoping out the nearest exit or points of interests –like fireboxes – stuck in my mind.

"Agreed. Get them moving. Now." Around us, the guards were rolling out with tanks and buckets filled with the water of life. It was our emergency reserve, a special water that we only used in the direst situations. It had properties unlike any other water—when poured on fire, it spread rapidly, extinguishing flames with terrifying efficiency. A single bucket could put out a fire spanning at least five miles.

I moved out of the way so the EMT could check Isabella out before they loaded her onto a spine board, since the stretcher wouldn’t fit through the bathroom door. “Can you guys cover her up?” I asked. “I don’t want anyone taking pictures of her clothes with the degradation on it.” “Yes, I have an emergency blanket, right here,” the EMT explained and pulled out a shiny, folded blanket from his kit. They laid a blanket over Isabella on the spine board and strapped her down. Thank fuck they could cover up the horrible words written on her. “Is anyone her boyfriend?” the EMT asked. “I am. I’m Zander,” I advised. “We know each other from New York. I can contact her parents.”