Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 8

Lucy's Point of view (Ben)

I sip at the water that is in the plastic cup on the dark wooden cabinet beside my hospital bed, hopin Tears: They will not replace my personal possessions, my childhood memories, the photographs of my the lump in my scorched throat and take another sip of water to ease the painful scratchy feeling from Anger begins to rise in place of the melancholy that was threatening to consume me. I had called my wrong. I doubt if the fly-by-night landlord had even entered the house, especially as the fire investiga that was squirting a small, but deadly stream of water onto the electric meter.

I have since finding out the cause of the fire, left 25 messages for the landlord to call me back, explain my brother and his girlfriend's place. The issue with that is, there is no bedroom for me. My niece and to sleep on, it is not ideal, given the kids are pre-schoolers and neither of them sleep past 5am. In all honesty, I don't think my brother's girlfriend Samantha, wants me there. We do not really get on rebellion, hating the world because both our parents had been so cruelly taken from us, a HGV driver with his older sister who had to play mam and dad, not wanting to take advice from me, whilst still be At 15-years old, one of my brother's conquests fell pregnant with my niece Kirstie. Then a year later w stay-at-home mam, and seriously does not like his 24-year old sister hanging around, making sure sh upset the status quo, and to say she isn't happy about it is an understatement. To be fair to Calum, de desperately missed, and he is the best dad any kid could ask for.

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Maybe it was time to bite the bullet and move to Newcastle, after all, that is where I work. The 35-min moving to the 'dark side' sets my teeth on edge, I am a 'Mackem', and living with a load of 'Geordies' m The team of men and women in bright white coats with stethoscopes around their necks, arrive in the out of here and cease to eat the NHS hospital food? I was waiting patiently for my turn, wanting out of, but still not wanting to leave in "This is Lucy Dixon, she has been here for 48-hours due to smoke inhalation, after being rescued by the fire brigade in a house fire." The nurs "Lucky girl." The grey-haired older man stated his black glasses on the end of his large wide nose that had a purple tinge to it, indicating the People say that to me, but as ungrateful as it sounds, I do not feel lucky at all; I have nothing left, and once more emotions threaten to flood "Well Miss Dixon, good news, your lungs were clear in the last X-ray. You are free to go." The doctor smiled warmly at me.

I nod my head with thanks, unable to vocalise at the moment, for fear of breaking down into tears again.

"It will take a couple of hours for the discharge papers to come through, so if you can have someone pick you up at mid-day." The nurse smil I grab the phone on the tv stand next to my bed, they charge a fortune to make a call, but I have no mobile, no nothing, and so I have to bite "Calum Dixon." He answers, his gruff voice so far removed from the boy he once was, the one I was supposed to look after, when Mam and Da "Hev Cal. its me. They are letting me out. Any chance you can pick me up on your lunch break please?" I ask. my voice still hoarse from the sn