Chapter Thirteen
Blake
I woke up the next morning with the eerie feeling that someone was watching me. I rolled over and found Tony sitting on his bunk wearing a ridiculous Santa hat and holding a package wrapped in bright red paper. For a moment I was confused, and then I remembered it was Christmas morning.
“What the hell are you doing?” I grunted, as I pulled the blanket up over my head and tried to go back to sleep.
“Dude, it’s Christmas!” Tony whispered excitedly. I pulled the blanket down and rolled halfway over, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Are you high?” I asked.
“No, I’m serious! It’s Christmas morning, and we didn’t get a call all night! I’m going to make it home for present opening, and my wife is going to be happy!” he whispered.
“You stupid idiot!” I hissed. “You don’t say that shit out loud! Jesus, what’s wrong with you?”
“Sorry, I forgot,” Tony said, hanging his head. I chuckled as the pom pom on the top of his Santa cap flopped forward, covering half of his face.
“Just shut the hell up and go back to bed, would you?” I grumbled, as I pulled the blanket back up and closed my eyes. I knew it was too good to last.
The sirens blared as the announcement came over the loudspeaker telling us that we had a call. I threw the covers back and shot Tony a look that could have frozen ice. He tossed the box on his bunk and tore off the cap before breaking into a dead run toward the garage. I hopped out of bed and followed Tony down the hall as the alarm blared and the voice on the intercom calmly told us we were heading to a residential structure fire.
“Great, someone’s Christmas is totally shot to shit,” Tony said, as we sped down the street toward the fire.
“Maybe they don’t celebrate,” I suggested. “Then it’s just a shitty way to spend a winter morning.”
“Shut the fuck up, Gaston,” Tony said, as he fought against the grin that threatened to spread across his face. He added, “My wife is gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
“I’ll write you a note,” I offered. “She likes me.”
Tony rolled his eyes and turned to looked out the window as we rolled up to the scene. The house, engulfed in flames, burned brightly against the inky pre-dawn sky. I surveyed the scene and noticed a small blonde woman standing off to one side with her back to us, stomping her foot as she yelled something at the house. It wasn’t until we got out of the truck that I could hear what she was yelling.
“HOWARD! HOWARD! Get your ass out here right now! Do you hear me?” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “I’m not fooling around here, mister! HOWARD!”
“Looks like there’s someone still inside the house,” I said to Chief as he joined the scene.
“Gaston, you and Williams take Jordan and get in there with the hose,” Chief said, gesturing toward the front door.
“Aw man, Tony is not going to like having the rookie with us,” I said. Chief ignored me and turned to the ladder guys.
“Tony! Rookie! Get the hose; we’re going in!” I shouted. Tony turned and shot me a look that I ignored simply because we didn’t have time to argue. If there was someone still inside the house, time was running out for him.
I yanked on the hose and pulled the mask down over my face as we headed for the front door. Up top, the ladder team was getting ready to get on the roof and vent the fire. I knew we had about ten minutes to locate the resident and get him out. After that, the roof was going to start to cave. We busted through the front door and found the living room smoldering, but not yet fully engulfed in flames.
“HOWARD! Fire department, call out!” I yelled, as I turned the water on a patch of smoldering carpet. We moved through the living room putting out the embers as we headed toward the back bedroom. I hollered again, “HOWARD! Waltham Fire Department! Call out! We’re here to help you! Can you hear me?”
I listened for a moment, but heard nothing. I shot a stream of water down the hall and put out the flames that had climbed up the walls and were threatening to spread to the front of the house. When the crackling sound died down, I heard a small sound coming from the bedroom.
“Tony! I think he’s in there!” I shouted, as I yanked on the hose. I kicked open the bedroom door and came face to face with a wall of flame that shot out at us. I quickly raised the hose and opened the valve as wide as I could, hitting the flame with the water and watching as it sputtered out under the weight of the liquid. When it was out, I listened closely and heard a small sound coming from the closet.
I walked over and looked inside the smoke filled space. In the far corner, I saw a fat tabby cat laying on its side, panting with its eyes closed.
“Are you Howard?” I asked, as I reached down to lift the cat up. It opened one eye and hissed weakly at me before he let me pick him up and tuck him under my jacket. I handed the hose to Tony and said, “I need to get him out to the medics; finish putting out the hot spots in here, and I’ll be right back.”
I could feel the cat struggling to draw a breath now, so I quickly retraced my steps and exited the house in a dead run toward the medics. I handed the cat over and headed back into the house where I saw that something had ignited in the living room. The flames had spread across the front of the house, and I had a bad feeling as I pulled my mask down and ran headlong back into the building.
“Tony! Cal! Get your asses in here with the hose!” I shouted, as I looked around the room and saw a space heater still plugged into the wall sparking and smoking. “NOW, Goddamm it! Get in here now!”
The heater was on its side, still running, and I could see that the curtain next to it had started to smoke. I knew better than to get anywhere near it since it contained oil and could explode at any second. Instead, I grabbed the quilt off the back of the couch, and from a distance, tossed it onto the heater, covering it as much as I could. When Tony and Cal hit the living room, I grabbed the hose and aimed the water at the quilt, soaking it completely before I ran over and yanked the plug out of the outlet.
The danger averted, we hosed the rest of the interior of the house down and made sure that the fire hadn’t climbed up into the walls. The guys on the roof had hacked holes in it and vented the building. I knew that the entire place would have to be torn down, and as we packed up our gear, I felt sympathy for the homeowner.
I looked around and saw the blonde woman standing near the ambulance as the medics held a mask on her now very angry cat. I walked over to find out if the cat would be okay, and was surprised when the woman turned around.
“Ms. Fowler!” I said. “I had no idea it was your house. I’m so sorry we couldn’t save it.”
“You saved Howard,” she said, as tears ran down her cheeks. “That’s the only thing that matters to me. Thank you.”
“Is he going to be okay?” I asked, as I watched her wipe away the tears with the back of her hand.
“They said he’s going to need to be in the oxygen tent at the vet’s for a few days, but he should make a full recovery,” she said, as she cast a glance at the charred remains of her home.
“What about you?” I asked. “Do you have a place to stay? Family?”
“Oh, I’ll go with Howard and then figure something out,” she said, smiling weakly as a couple of Red Cross volunteers stood off to one side waiting to speak with her. “It’ll be fine. I need to call the insurance company and find out what to do. But thank you for asking, Mr. Gaston.”
“Blake, please call me Blake,” I said.
“I’m Emily,” she said, holding out her hand. “Thank you for saving him, Blake. He’s an ornery little guy, but he’s all I’ve got.”
“I’m glad we could do something good in spite of all of this,” I said, gesturing to the smoking building.
“Your guys are waiting for you,” she said, nodding at the engine that sat idling in the street with the door open.
“I’d better go,” I said, turning toward the truck. I walked a few steps before I turned and said, “Do you need a ride somewhere after you take care of him?”
“I can call a cab,” she said, waving me off. “It’s all good. But thanks.”
The whole ride back to the station, I couldn’t stop thinking about how small Emily had looked compared to the day I’d met her for the conference. At the conference, she’d been in charge of the discussion and had played into all of the “hot teacher” fantasies I’d had as a high school boy. Today, she looked lost and alone, and I wondered where she was going to go and why there was no one to come pick her up from the vet’s.
By the time we pulled into the station, I’d made up my mind about what I was going to do as soon as I got off shift. Back in the locker room, I grabbed my things, wished everyone a Merry Christmas, and headed straight for my truck.