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Light. Everywhere was just... blinding light. Genevieve tried desperately to shrink away.
"Genevieve?" A voice said. Her head was throbbing with pain and she felt a drop slip down her cheek. "Can you hear me?" "Yes" she rasped.
The voice was loud and low. Not like Dr. Brackett's though. She couldn't think. If only she could see. "What's... wrong" "Your left leg is badly bruised and your wrist is broken along with a few ribs."
Genevieve turned her head toward the voice. The light melted away and a blurred form stood over her. "Morton?" He moved slightly. "The fire..." "Shh" the doctor soothed "You need to rest" She felt an overwhelming sense of dejavu.
She started sobbing uncontrollably and a hand covered hers. I'm alive! Thank you God! I'm alive! She welcomed the stinging pain in her eyes and her broken ribs felt like a hug. She could be with her father. She could be with her friends. She could be with her true love. Thank you!
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Genevieve stared straight ahead as Dr. Early checked her eyes. They shimmered a brilliant dark blue. The doctor moved the flashlight confidently and a smile spread across his face.
"You might need reading glasses but you're fine. Absolutely fine" Genevieve pressed her lips against Joe's cheek and hugged him. "Well forget about paying!" He joked as Dixie smiled from behind them.
"Thank you both!" Ginger exclaimed. They chuckled. "You've only thanked us twenty times!" Dixie stated helping the young firefighter with her jacket. "Yeah. Get out of here and I don't want to see you again except over a speghetti diner... made by you of course" "Of course" she replied cheerfully.
Dixie and Ginger walked out of the hospital doors and we're greeted by nearly the whole fire department! Gage, Roy, Hank, Chet, Marco, Mike, Brice, Bob, McConachie, A shift, B shift, and C shift of every at least three stations.
Dr. Brackett placed his hands on Genevieve's shoulders as she covered her mouth in suprise. Dixie, Joe, and Samantha all stood behind them. "What is all this?" She asked looking around.
"We wanted-"
"We have something-"
"Chet you big dummy! I'll say it!"
"Why do you get to say it Johnny!"
Brice and Roy shook their heads and Craig stepped forward. "We wanted to make sure you were alright and give you this" Brice said calmly as he handed her a gift wrapped box.
Ginger took it slowly and looked over shoulder at her father. "Go ahead," he said giving her shoulder a squeeze, "open it" She turned back to the gift and pursed her lips before carefully pulling away the paper. Everyone watched with smiles.
There was a card so she opened that and read it first:
We don't know what we'd do without you so we're making sure you stay! Love you Ginger!
Love, Rampart, Station 8, Staion 10, and Station 51
Genevieve knew she couldn't hold back her tears anymore when she saw what was in the bottom of the box. A pair of glasses. Sleek, black, and sophisticated. "I can stay?" Genevieve sobbed as Cheif McConachie came up and gave her a hug, "I can stay at the station?"
"Of course. I wear glasses. I'm at my station still" Brice said and for once, everyone was glad that he was there.
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Ginger sat on the couch with her two dogs. The Australian Shepherd's tail whacked against the leather as the hound dog closed it's eyes.
It was good to be home. It was good to get some rest in her own bed. To have peace and qu-
Genevieve jumped as the doorbell rang. "So much for that" she joked giving a final rub to Stanley. She walked quickly to the door and set her new glasses on her nose.
"Hello?" She asked opening the door. She froze. Her heart pounded and a flood of bad memories came back. A woman stood there with dark blue eyes and long dark brown hair. She was mature and poised. There was no mistaking the identity of this woman.
"Genevieve darling!" The woman said, "Oh it's been so long!" Genevieve stood with her mouth open. "Wh- wha-" her sentence ended in a squeak.
The woman stood patiently and chuckled. "Well? Arn't you going to welcome in your mother?"
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