Fan Fiction |
by Gina
Ron Ng nodded as he quickly slipped his hands into latex gloves. “How old is she, ma’am?”
“Seven years old,” the woman replied with tears in her eyes. “She has asthma and she started running. I didn’t have the asthma pump…” She couldn’t continue as she started sobbing.
“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Ron assured as he entered the emergency room. “Your daughter is going to be okay.”
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In Another Part of the City,
“We have a car accident,” Leila Tong shouted as she quickly climbed into the driver’s seat of the ambulance. Her partner, Gillian Chung, quickly tossed her cigarette on the sidewalk and climbed into the passenger seat.
“How come I never get to drive?” Gillian complained as Leila turned on the sirens and stepped on the accelerator.
“You and I both know I’m the better driver,” Leila replied grimly as she sped up. She glanced quickly at Gillian. “No offense, Gill.”
“Leila, watch out!” Gillian shouted as she stared in front of her. She gripped the dashboard so hard, her knuckles were white.
Leila swerved hard to avoid the car in front of her. “I knew that.”
“Yeah, right,” Gillian snorted. “You could’ve killed us.”
“We’re still alive, aren’t we?” Leila said as she turned a sharp corner, causing Gillian to hit the side window.
“Seatbelts, Gill, seatbelts,” Leila said. “And sorry about that. Okay, fine, next time you drive.”
Leila turned another sharp corner and quickly stepped on the brake. All of a sudden, the ambulance came to a halt. Gillian was flung forward, but she used her hands to stop herself.
“Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick,” Gillian groaned as she smoothed over her stray hairs.
Leila quickly opened the car door and jumped onto the sidewalk while Gillian walked to the back of the ambulance and opened the doors, getting ready to receive the victim.
There was a crowd forming already, curious to see the accident.
“PARAMEDIC COMING THROUGH!” Leila shouted as she pushed past the crowd. The people made way for her when they heard her shout. When she arrived to the center, she saw an unconscious young man sprawled on the ground with blood spilling out from a large gash on his head. His leg was positioned in a weird angle. His leg’s broken, Leila noted as she rushed to the victim and checked his vitals.
“What happened?” She asked loudly.
“Hit-and-run, miss,” one of the witnesses explained. “I saw the whole thing. Car just came out of nowhere and SPLAT…”
Leila didn’t bother to hear the whole thing.
“We’ve got a broken leg and serious head injury, Gillian,” Leila shouted. “I need the stretcher!”
“Got it!” Leila heard her partner shout. Gillian appeared seconds later, wheeling a stretcher towards Leila.
The two paramedics quickly heaved the man onto the stretcher and rushed back to the ambulance.
“We have to start operating on him right now,” Gillian said as they pushed the stretcher into the back of the ambulance. “He doesn’t have much time.”
Leila nodded. “You drive. I’ll operate.”
Gillian ran to the driver’s seat and climbed in as Leila climbed into the back and began working on the young man. As Gillian drove frantically towards the hospital, Leila hoped the man will make it.
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In Another Part of the City,
“Michelle! He’s heading towards the pier!” Tavia Yeung shouted to her partner as she chased after a criminal.
“I’m going to cut him off,” Michelle Yip replied as she took the shortcut and ran out of Tavia’s sight.
Tavia continued to run as she got closer to the thief. Suddenly, he stopped and grabbed an innocent bystander and pointed a knife to her throat. He turned around and grinned evilly at Tavia.
Tavia stopped and drew her gun, pointing it at the criminal.
“Let the girl go,” Tavia warned as she watched the hostage squirm and struggle to get away.
“Back off, bitch,” the man snapped as he backed further away from Tavia. “Or this girl dies.”
Tavia didn’t respond as her eyes flashed with anger.
“Right now, you’re just a thief. If you kill the girl, you’ll become a murderer,” Tavia tried to reason. “Do the right thing and let her go.”
“I still have to go to jail, right?” The man snarled as he tightened his hold on the poor girl. “I’ll take my chances.”
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind the man and twisted his hand. The man screamed in pain and dropped his knife. Michelle yanked his arm back with all her strength, causing him to scream louder. He let go of the girl.
“Are you okay?” Tavia asked gently as the girl ran towards her. The girl nodded, her eyes wide opened with fear. Tavia rushed up to help her partner. While Michelle was still gripping the man’s arm, Tavia handcuffed him.
“You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be held against you in the court of law. If you can’t afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you. Got that, sucker?” Tavia taunted as she made sure the handcuffs were nice and tight.
“Man, there are some crazy people in Hong Kong,” Michelle said.
“And we have to meet every one of them,” Tavia replied as she grabbed the man’s arm and dragged him to the police car.
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In Another Part of the City,
“Please, you have to save my baby. He’s still in there!” A young mother cried desperately as her husband held her in his arms. “He’s on the second floor.”
Raymond Lam looked up at the burning building. Somebody had left the stove on in one of the apartments and now the entire building was up in flames.
“I’m going in,” Raymond shouted to the other firefighters as he rushed into the building.
He glanced around, looking for a way to get to the second floor. There were two stairways, but one of them was already engulfed in flames. Sweat was already coming down Raymond’s forehead as he felt the heat of the fire. He took the other stairway up, hoping that it would hold his weight. When he got to the second floor, he strained to hear the cries of the baby. The flames were less furious on the second floor, so Raymond was able to walk around. He heard a faint cry coming from one of the rooms and rushed in. He saw a toddler standing up on his crib as tears streamed down his small face. He was wailing loudly as the flames came closer and closer to the crib.
“It’s going to be okay,” Raymond soothed as he quickly picked up the toddler and rushed out of the room. He made his way downstairs. He was almost to the first floor when all of a sudden, he felt a step give way. Raymond gripped the stair rails to stop himself from falling. He looked down and saw that his left foot had made a hole on the stairs. He tried to lift his foot, but realized he was stuck. He gripped the railing even tighter and pulled his leg with all his strength. He could hear the toddler’s wailing get even louder. After a few seconds, he finally yanked his foot out and began to run for the exit.
“My baby! Oh my god, thank you so much!” The young mother was ecstatic that her baby was alright. She took her son from Raymond’s arms and hugged her child. “Mommy’s never going to leave you again!”
Raymond walked away when he saw that the baby was reunited with his mother. He took off his helmet and breathed in deeply, enjoying the fresh air.
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Later that night,
“To saving lives,” Raymond said, lifting up his bottle of beer.
“To saving lives,” Ron, Tavia, and Leila repeated as they clink their beers together and drank. They were at a bar, relaxing after work.
“Okay, let’s start,” Tavia said after she took a big gulp of beer. “Leila, why don’t you begin…”
“A guy suffering from severe head trauma and broken leg because of a hit-and-run,” Leila answered. She turned to Ron.
“A seven-year-old girl with a severe asthma attack,” Ron replied, turning to Raymond.
“A small child from a burning building,” Raymond said, turning to Tavia.
“Apprehended a thief who held a girl hostage,” Tavia finished. The four friends fell silent for a second, thinking about their day.
“Wow, we did pretty good today,” Ron commented as he nursed his beer. The rest of them nodded in agreement.
“Oh, I totally forgot to tell you, Leila. The landlord is kicking us out of our apartment,” Tavia suddenly spoke up. “He’s giving us two weeks to move our stuff out.”
“What! Why?” Leila exclaimed, sitting up and slamming her beer on the round table.
“Our lease expired and he’s not renewing it for us,” Tavia replied as she sipped her beer. “Said something about us not paying our rent on time or something like that. I didn’t really listen because I was rushing to work.”
“So where are we going to live?” Leila asked helplessly.
Tavia didn’t say anything. Ron and Raymond glanced from Tavia to Leila, not sure of what to say.
“Why don’t you guys move in with us?” Ron suggested. Raymond shot him a what-the-hell-are-you-doing glare.
Leila and Tavia thought about it. “Nah, that’ll be too weird,” Tavia finally said, dismissing the idea.
‘What’s so weird about it?” Ron asked while Raymond kicked his foot. “Ow, Raymond. Stop kicking me.”
“It’s just that we’ve never lived with guys before,” Leila said, still dubious.
“Yeah, it would be weird,” Raymond said quickly, not liking the idea of living with girls, even if they are his best friends. He was still recovering from living his childhood with five sisters.
“But it’s not going to be weird at all. We’ve practically grew up together. We have plenty of room in our apartment for the four of us. Besides, if you guys move in with me and Raymond, we can divide the rent four ways instead of two. Everybody pays less,” Ron tried to convince.
“But you guys only have two bedrooms,” Tavia pointed out.
“Raymond and I can sleep in one of the rooms. You guys can take the other one. Raymond stays over at the firehouse three times a week anyway, so I’ll have my own room most of the time. Besides, what other option do you have? You guys only have two weeks. That’s not enough time to find an apartment you like and move all your stuff over,” Ron said as he drained the last drops of his beer.
Tavia and Leila looked at each other. Leila shrugged. “Why not?”
“Oh, but there is one more thing…,” Tavia trailed off, not wanting to ask them for anymore favors.
“Alright, fine, we’ll help move your stuff over to our place, too,” Raymond sighed exasperatedly, reading Tavia’s mind.
“Thank you, Ray,” Tavia said sweetly.
“Great! We’re all going to live together,” Ron said excitedly. “We should celebrate. More beers, please. I’ll pay.”
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