Part One: 500/450
(this is G!Rose)
Rose floated around the cosmos, glancing at the various bits of stars and planets that orbited around her body. She heard a little giggle from behind her and turned slowly. She spotted Chronos to her left and smiled at them. “What is so funny?”
Chronos shrugged, twirling their hair in between their fingers, “I find all things funny, yet not funny at the same time. How might I know?”
Rose shrugged back, crossing her legs delicately, “You clearly came for a purpose.”
They scrunched up their face, “What truly is purpose? What truly is it? Purpose is very subjective. I’d argue that purpose is not even real!”
“Purpose is very real.” Rose said, sighing. The deity of time always found a way to be more confusing with every sentence. “Did you come to talk to me for a reason or not?”
“Well, well, well, it’s not that simple, my dear-” They gnawed on their lip for a second before speaking, “I just… noticed some things. Some concerning things, some things I find alarming.”
Rose perked up. Huh! Some semblance of sense! She pursed her lips, her tail swishing a few meteorites out of her way. “And what are they? I’d love to know.”
“Oh! Oh! They, they are quite intriguing! So very concerning! The events are very, very interesting, dear! You should really see it! But alas,” they mimed fainting dramatically, “you cannot see them.”
Rose made a face, “You can show me, very easily. Just use your golden string- You do it all the time. Also, what did you say about love?”
“Oh! Time! I love time!”
Rose made a face at them, displeased. Chronos giggled, “Oh, um, of course, I shall just show you. Thank you, dear, for the reminder-”
Their mouth opened and swirls of gold flowed out, floating out into the vacuum of space. They extended their hands and wove the strands together, quickly and expertly constructing them into a mat of gold. They tapped it, making it glow. They showed the mat to Rose, “Ta DA!”
Rose clapped, smiling, “Well done. Now, go ahead and show me what was so important to you.”
“Oh yes! Importance! This, yes, is quite important-” They turned the mat and proudly showed the glowing thing to her as Rose’s eyes widened.
Her face then fell, “Chronos, dear. There’s nothing on it.”
They made a face, glancing at that mat again, “Oh, um- um- So sorry! I don’t understand what is going on, dearie- give your dear Chronos a moment!”
They scrunched up into a fetal position and stared at the mat, going quiet. Rose floated there, waiting impatiently.
They looked up at her, “Dearie- I do not know how to say this… There is nothing.”
Rose narrowed her eyes, “What does that mean?”
They became rigid and moved to leave, “I need to go-”
Rose blinked, watching them start to move away, “Hey, wait, why-?”
They looked back at her, “No time, dearie- No time-”

Part Two: 378 (dialogue 98/100)
Rose’s heels clicked on the floor as she turned left into the dark corridor. Her head snapped back and forth as she kept herself alert. The air got colder, and it felt like the AC had turned on overdrive as her hair billowed around her face. She scrunched up her face and she instantly knew something was wrong. The shadows curled around her legs and arms as she asked a few to come to her aid.
She heard a menacing giggle, “Hi Rosie-”
“Please don’t call me that,” Rose hissed, “Also, what’s with the theatrics?”
Gaia shrugged, although Rose didn’t see that, “Just… felt like it? Makes all this a lot more fun.”
“If you’re going to try and murder me again, then you’re not going to have a lot of fun this time.”
Gaia stepped out, grinning as the air swirled around her, “I bet that I will.” The lockers on both sides of the hall creaked, and she stepped a safe distance away as the doors came off their hinges and shot toward Rose.
Her eyes widened as she ducked under the projectiles and attempted to launch herself toward Gaia, but she didn’t get far. The doors crashed down in front of her, blocking her way. She cursed and backed up, before leaping above the doors. She brought shadows crashing down, slamming into Gaia.
Gaia shrieked, “What is wrong with you??”
Rose shrugged, before lunging forward and kneeing her in the ribs. She took a breath, grinning, “You should be asking yourself that.” She delivered a swift punch to Gaia’s face, and her rival fell to the floor.
Gaia clutched her face, attempting to get up. Her nose ran red and she sped off to deal with it. Rose chose not to follow, returning to her friends. Her ankles throbbed, but thankfully, her heels had stayed on during the short fight, which was surprising. She heard Katie’s voice from behind her, “Rose, please don’t tell me that you had another near-death experience.”
Rose shrugged, catching her breath, “It’s not that uncommon, so you might as well get used to it.”
Katie crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow, “Sure. Also, you should probably get back, Layla wants to tell you something.”
Rose made a face, “Alright…”

Part Three: 349/300
Zara glanced out of the window and sighed when she realized that the rain hadn’t stopped. She watched the rain collect on her window and slowly slide down into oblivion. She heard her phone buzz and she picked it up. Oh, huh, it was Cora.
She picked up the call and smiled when she heard her friend’s voice on the other end, “Hi Zara! How are you doing?”
Zara got up from her seat and started to pace in her tiny apartment, “I’m alright, how about you?”
“I’m good, just thought that I’d check in on you! How’s life? How are you adjusting?”
Zara coughed, grimacing, “I’m… fine? I guess? I mean, this is all so new…”
“I get what you mean! Don’t worry though, you’ll get used to it eventually.”
“I mean, I guess? But it’s affecting every part of my life!”
“How so?”
Zara huffed, brushing her fingers through her wavy brown hair, “It’s hard to say, but everyone acts weird around me now. I mean, except for my parents, but they live across the globe-”
“Yeah… yeah… I bet that’s tough.”
Zara nodded, “Yeah, incredibly! All my co-workers know what happened, and GOSH, it’s embarrassing!”
“Oh for sure…”
Zara’s pacing picked up speed, “I don’t know, it’s like I feel almost unlikable, unlovable even! This stupid growth stuff shouldn’t be that alienating, but here we are!”
“Oh yeah, for sure. Are you indoors right now?”
Zara glanced at her surroundings, “Yeah?”
“Do you remember what triggers your growth?”
Zara slapped her forehead, “Ugh, yeah, you’re right, sorry.” She took a breath to calm herself down.
“I just…” She sighed, trying to collect her words as she slowed down, “I just don’t know if I’ll ever find people to spend life with. I want friends that won’t think I’m weird. I want a family that doesn’t live across the globe so they can comfort me. Is that too much to ask?”
Cora tried to reassure her, “I’m sure that there’ll be people out there who will embrace you for who you are. Only time will tell though.”

Part Four: 213/200 (not my favorite but oh well!)
Ander: So… what you’re trying to say is that you… /lost them/?
Gaia: Um… yes?
Ander: How do you /lose/ vestiges? Do you have any idea just how valuable those are?
Gaia: I’m quite aware! I just… I just dropped them.
Ander: You /dropped/ them?! How stupid do you have to be to /drop/ them??
Gaia: I tripped! It’s not a big deal though! I can get them back!
Ander: What if you broke them? Don’t you think that that would be a big deal??
Gaia: Well… how would they break? Aren’t they pretty resilient, like you said?
Ander: Not always, idiot.
Gaia: What do you mean “not always”?
Ander: Do you not remember the story I told you about how the previous water host split his vestige in two? It wasn’t intentional, yet it happened.
Gaia: Well…
Ander: Do you see your mistake now?
Gaia: Yes…
Ander: So what are you going to now?
Gaia: Find them. Is there a way to repair them?
Ander: I might be able. But I won’t know till I try.
Gaia:
Ander: Alright. Go ahead and search. I’d prefer if you didn’t come back till you’ve found what I need.
Gaia: Well…
Ander: I said what I said. You’ll be fine.
Gaia: Alright…

A/N: Not sure how I captured the character voices, but this is v much comic!Clint, so don't expect MCU!Clint TT I've never written Tony either and I did not plan this out before hand, but I do quite like it.

Weekly #1: Dialogue

Author's Notes:
▸ My first weekly in a while! Woohoo!
▸ A lot of this was kinda rushed and not proofread but I hope it's somewhat decent.
▸ I'm not exactly sure if the foreshadowing part could be considered foreshadowing but I hope it works?
▸ I use proper grammar in author's notes because my perfectionism would get annoyed if I didn't.

Snapdragon glanced down at her fingers, inspecting them for any imperfection. The entire office was so boring, it was a pity they hadn’t brought anything with them. Even something simple, like some paper, or a-

“Uh- hi- snapdragon, sir?”

A voice cut through their thoughts, and the villain looked up. Standing in the doorway was an office worker, plainly clothed and wielding a clipboard as if it might protect her from the small figure sitting by the window.

“Are you the journalist I asked for?”

A shaky nod.

“Excellent! Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. Just get my story told to the masses!”

They frowned, the movement barely visible through the mess of sprouts and flowers that acted as their mask. They supposed that technically what they were doing /could/ be defined as the kidnapping of various office workers. But hey, kidnappers didn’t care what happened to their kidnappees! Snapdragon had a very personal investment with these people. They wanted them alive, so they could have some fun making up stories for the media. It was almost comedic, the extent they were willing to believe, and they wanted to push this as much as they could.

The journalist turned and scampered out of the room, and Snapdragon followed, taking their time.

“So…. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Q-Questions?”

“This is an interview, or did they not brief you on that even though I /specifically/ said that was my one demand when I took ov- uhm, borrowed this building.”

Snapdragon sighed, and the flowers covering their body turned a deep red. Why was everyone in the news industry so… cowardice? There was a perfect story sitting right in front of them, and they were going to… what, ignore it? They stared blankly at the journalist- Tara, from the pin on her front- awaiting a question.

“Alright i’ll- Snapdragon. Why did you choose that name?”

“Because I like snapdragons. Next Question.”

“Why do you keep everything you do so hidden to the public?”

“Because if I don’t I’d be arrested, and on the off chance the public were given, I don’t know, a one on one interview with me, they ask stupid questions.”

She wiggled her eyebrows, leaning forward.

“Who are you, tara? Why did you become a journalist? How did you end up right here, sitting in this musty old office owned by low-lifes who didn’t even have the funds to install a basic security system? Not that it would matter, i’ve broken into far harder buildings than this.” She sniffed, looking around. “That being said, the wallpaper in their never reminded me quite so much of home.”

“…Home?” The journalist asked, speaking up unprompted for the first time. “Tell me about that.”

“You know what? Screw this.” Snapdragon picked up her chair, tossing it through the window and relishing the sharp sound against her ears as it /shattered/. “I’m going to find a better journalist who knows how to ask good questions. Have a nice life, loser.”

Arrow swayed back and forth in his seat, trying to ignore the sweat clinging to his back. Funerals were a cruel kind of torture, he thought. There’s nothing like losing someone you love, only to be forced in a suit and tie like dressing up in the sweltering heat of summer would somehow make everything ok again. But it didn’t. It never did. It hadn’t last time he had to go to a funeral at 4, and it didn’t now he was onto his second, just shy of two years later.

“Ma- can we go yet?” He begged, tugging at her sleeve. She raised her eyebrows, shifting so her back was to him. He sighed, looking back up at the man droning on about his brother on the stage. He sighed. Couldn’t anyone see that his brother was right next to him, not in that coffin? Sure, he looked a little different now, but it was still him! Amid… with scorch marks that climbed up the side of his body like a vicious plant, and a slight pale tinge to his entire being that made him seem… different. It didn’t matter. Aaron should be out celebrating his 16th birthday today, not stuck at some stinky made up funeral where everyone was acting like he didn’t exist.

“Psst.” He hissed, sliding over so his shoulder…. Should have been touching his brother. The emptiness was harrowing. “Arron! Let’s go… Can we get ice cream, or something?”

His brother shook his head, lifting a finger to where his mother sat, before drawing it to his lips. A gesture for silence. Boring.

“Aaron!” He wailed, standing up in his seat. “Stop being so boring!”

A hush fell over the entire gathering, and the young boy turned to see the eyes of the entire congregation turned on him.

“Can’t you see? He’s not gone! He’s not!”

“I’m going home.” Tessa laughed, grasping one of the handles on the outside of the train, and swinging outward, letting the wind that rushed past the vehicle dance between her fingertips and over her wings, almost like she was flying again. She would take off right now, The idea was so tantalising- but she had told her siblings she was going to be arriving on the train. She didn’t want them to think she had left them, not again.

She turned to the nearest passenger, and upon recognising their face pulled them into a hug. It was the girl she had shared a room with on this journey- Emma. “You’re going to love the city, I just know it.” She grinned, letting her go. “But me? I’m a country girl, through and through. I’ll be glad to get out of that place, for good.”

Emma laughed, pulling her into another hug. “I’ll miss you, either way. Thanks for being my- almost replacement sister- while you were on the train. I would have gone mad here by myself.”

“Same here, same here. I would have gone mad without someone to talk to about those letters…”

“You didn’t get one last minute, saying she was ok?”

“No, it’s like Allie’s suddenly turned into a ghost. Forest and Tara write so much, but her? I’d have expected her to write the most- but the others don’t even mention her, and when I asked they just said they’d ‘Explain when I got home.” She sighed, rubbing her glasses. “I just worry. I want them to all be safe.”

The train started wailing, and Tessa couldn’t stop herself from bouncing on her toes where she stood. The only thing that put a damper on her good mood was the flag, sitting at half mast= a tradition her hometown held for mourning the lost. She wondered who had died. She hoped it wasn’t someone she knew.

“I’ll write every day. If I don’t, assume i’m dead, or something,” Emma joked. The words were met with silence, and Tessa's face had gone white. Standing on the platform were her two siblings, a noticeable space to their side where Allie would usually stand. Around each of their necks hung pink necklaces, glowing in a gentle hue. Tessa knew what those meant. They meant Allie was dead.

The sun sets over the city, framing a window. We hear muffled whispers, and the sound of someone tripping over.

Will: “Aaron! You’d think being dead would mean you’d stop being so clumsy.”

Aaron: “Like you didn’t just trip over /flat ground./”

A human figure appears, and seems to almost float through the window- looking uncannily like a normal human.

Aaron: “Are you coming?”

Will: “Give me a minute.”

A second, much shorter person, appears. He seems to be a couple of years younger than the first, at 13, and has obviously gone to a lot of trouble to prepare for this excapade. He has a mask, and tight-fitting black gloves, alongside an oversized hoodie.

Aaron: “Are you wearing my hoodie?”

Will: “… no.”

Aaron laughs, and the two climb down the side of the building.

Will: “Is there an actual reason we’re not just using the front door?”

Aaron: “We’re going to rob a bank!”

Will, excitedly: “Really?!”

Aaron: “No, idiot. I just didn’t want our sister asking questions.”

Will: “She’s not too bad! Jus-”

Aaron, cutting in: “Self absorbed? A bully? Not worth your time?”

Will grimaced. “How about grieving? She can’t see you, like I can.”

The older boy shook his head, leading them through the twisting alleyways.

Aaron: “Neither can ma, or dad, or june! And they’ve been nice to you. It’s been…”

He paused, counting on his fingers.

Aaron: “Five years. That’s more than enough time to come to terms with a death. Hell, it took me less than that, and it was /my/ death!”

The ghost settled down, signaling they had reached their final location. It was the top of a roof, lit but a dim yellow lamp that looked like it had seen far too many nights unsheltered to the elements. Will sat down next to him.

Will: “Does it matter? We’re brothers. The two of us against the world.”

Aaron: “Even if I’m dead and you’re a clothing theif.”

Will laughed, turning from his brother to gaze at the few stars that snuck through the smog of the city. “Even then.”

“Morning Kal,” Alaina greeted as she pushed the door open to the break room, seeing Kallie already sitting on the sofa.

“Laina, you sound like you haven’t had a cup of tea yet. At all.” Kallie replied, looking up from her phone.

“Yeah, well guess who thought it would be a good idea to spend all night helping Adelaide plan her wedding while on the night shift.” Alaina replied. “And then I bumped into Renée this morning with Ally so of course I had to do some cute child time.”

Alaina saw Kallie’s eyes soften. “Did you take any photos? Ally’s so cute!”

Alaina shook her head. “No, sorry. I was too tired.”

“Well, there’s a coffee machine there, go get your tea,” Kallie suggested. “Also, I’m driving first.”

Alaina nodded as she sleepily stumbled over to the coffee machine, grabbed her cup and started brewing her tea.

“How’s life now that Alfie’s not living in with you anymore?” Kallie asked.

Alaina looked back at Kallie. “He moved out two years ago. Things have been… normal, although I find I’m going to see Lauren more and more often.”

“Lauren?” Kallie asked.

“The eighteen year old who’s done with her family restaurant? The one we have work dinners at all the time?” Alaina raised an eyebrow as she fished out her teabag and put it in the bin, looking for the milk.

“Oh- her?” Kallie looked surprised. “Yeah, I remember her.”

Alaina finally found the milk and slowly poured it in, before taking a sip. “Oh- that’s hot. That’s hot.” She muttered, feeling her tongue burn.

“Alaina. It is common sense to not drink steaming hot tea.” Kallie deadpanned.

“Yeah? Well I’m kinda in a rush to get out to the ambulance, considering we need do sign on in about fifteen minutes.” Alaina shot back.

“You know what, I’ll just go and do the checks right now, so you can drink your tea in peace.” Kallie offered.

“Thank you. That would be really helpful.” Alaina replied, grateful that she’d been rostered with Kallie for pretty much most of her time on the job.

“Aaaaaaargh!”

Mira could clearly hear Lauren’s shout of frustration coming from the room next to hers. It was a Saturday, and Lauren was meant to be helping but she got excused for homework. Mira, who was sitting her GCSEs this year, got no such reprieve to work on her schoolwork. And she was definitely not supposed to be hiding in her room.

“Lauren, be grateful.” Mira called, a little salty that Yima didn’t think her grades were important enough. “I still have to work today and it’s really not fun.”

Lauren’s reply was an annoyed groan.

“Alright, have it your way,” Mira muttered, before heading out of her room and into the main restaurant. Yima was so going to kill her.

“Mira, hey!” Makayla greeted as she entered the restaurant to see Mira standing at the host stand.

“Hey, Makayla,” came Mira’s grumbled reply.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come down to my office at some point today? I’ve talked with the rest of the state prosecutors’ office, and they’re happy for you to come and see what it’s like working with me on a case,” Makayla said. “I know you’re considering law as a possible option, so the opportunity is there if you want.”

Mira thought about it for a moment. “Okay, sure. I mean, if I can get Yima to drag Lauren down here for any reason, that’s a win in my book.”

Makayla laughed. “For legal reasons, I have to say you shouldn’t do it, but just between us, I do approve of sibling bullying.”

Mira smiled. “Okay. I’ll go find Yima and come back as soon as I can.” She paused. “Wait, you can come too.”

“Sure,” Makayla replied, following Mira ash they walked into the back office.

“Yima!” Mira called. “Makayla’s here.”

Makayla watched as June finished what she was doing and came up to meet her. “Liuliu, how are you?” June asked.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Makayla replied. “I have a few interesting cases that I’m dealing with, and I thought Mira might want to tag along to see what it’s like being a lawyer.”

“When would she be going?” June asked.

“Uh-“ Makayla checked her watch. “Now.”

“Dr. Zheng!” Chenay heard the call from the charge nurse. “Incoming - Bay 28.”

“Thank you, Carina-” Chenay responded, before running from the empty resus room she was in over to the ambulance entrance of the ED.

Chenay watched as Alaina and Kallie wheeled through a patient, who was clearly in pain. “Laina, Kallie-”

“Thirty-two year old female, injured while on the beach. She cut her leg on a surfboard fin, but the bleeding didn’t seem to be too bad. We’ve administered some pain relief on the way in.” Alaina said.

“Alright,” Chenay responded, wheeling the stretcher to Bay 28, where there was a waiting bed and nurse - Adelaide Waters.

“Ready?” She asked, ensuring everyone was ready before they began to transfer the patient.

Seeing nods, or replies of “yep!” Chenay proceeded. “On my count… one, two, three, lift!” she called.

Working together, the four of them transferred the patient from the stretcher to the bed.

“We’ll take it from here,” Chenay said, signalling to Alaina and Kallie they could return to their ambulance.

Character Swap Extra Challenge - I wrote about Recca's character, Cpt. Trace Leftver! - 357 words
Captain Trace Leftver grumbled as he saw another pigeon waddle across the park. “Stupid pigeon,” he muttered. “Stupid, stupid pigeon, scum of the city,”

Trace reached into his bag for the bottle of pigeon poison pills he kept on him - after all, having seen a pigeon, he had a compulsion to kill it. Pigeons were, undoubtedly, the scum of the city and the scum of the earth. He almost wished he never took an early retirement and instead was still out fighting for the military, where he wouldn’t have to deal with these stupid, stupid, pigeons. Every. Single. Day.

“Come here, pigeon,” he muttered, leaning down over his park bench. “I’ve got some good food for you.”

The pigeon refused to respond, instead walking away from the park bench.

Groaning as he actually had to stand up, Trace began a lumbering chase towards the pigeon. “Come back here, you slimy piece of scum,” he muttered.

Finally, the pigeon seemed to stop, and look Trace in the eye. Trace bent down, held out the pill, hoping the pigeon would peck at it and eat it.

It did not move.

“Come on, eat it!” he yelled with his rather powerful Military Captain voice.

Instead of eating it, the pigeon seemed to just walk away. Trace grumbled as he tried his best to coo the pigeon into being interested in his hand so he could eat the poisoned pill.

Just then, the pigeon seemed to finally take notice of the poisoned pill Trace was holding in his hand, and the pigeon ate it.

“That’s a good boy,” he said, glad that there would be one less pigeon in the park. “Go on, fly away now,” Trace shooed the pigeon away.

The genius behind the poisoned pigeon pills is that they wouldn’t kill the pigeon until three or four hours later, where he could leave the park and claim no responsibility, and that the pigeon died of “natural causes.”

Seeing no more pigeons in the immediate vicinity of the park, Trace groaned as he got up from his bent position into a standing one. He was definitely getting old now.

“Evening Lay,” Kallie greeted as Alaina climbed into the passenger seat of the ambulance.

“Evening Kal!” Alaina replied. “You ready for the night shift?”

“Not in the slightest,” Kallie replied, sipping her drink. “I’m drinking coffee.”

“You won’t need that coffee soon enough, regardless of how the night goes,” Alaina replied, doing her best not to jinx them. It was a rather calm night, but things could always change at an instant - especially if someone says the “q” word.

“But I need it now,” Kallie objected.

“Come on, let’s get going before you fall asleep,” Alaina teased, radioing ambulance control to let them know she and Kallie were signing on for the 7-7 night shift.

Kallie nodded, placing down her coffee and driving them out of the ambulance station.

Just then, a call came through.

“Hmm?” Kallie wondered. “Is that dispatch?”

“I’ll get it,” Alaina said, reaching for the radio. “Dispatch this is Alpha Seven Two Nine, what do you have for us?”

“Two vehicle RTC, on Marina Bay Road. The report just came through, so we don’t know how many patients there are. You’ll be first on scene.” Came the response.

“Dang,” Kallie muttered, moving to turn the blue lights and sirens on.

“Alpha Seven Two One!” Alaina called as she answered the call from dispatch. It was the start of the 7-7 morning shift, and Alaina was wide awake. She couldn’t say the same thing about Kallie, on the other hand.

“Alpha Seven Two One, we have a bit of an interesting one for you,” the dispatcher called over the radio.

Oh no, Alaina thought. ‘An interesting one’ could be anything - and Alaina thought she’d gotten to the point on the job where she couldn’t be surprised any more.

“We’ve got reports of an out-of-control bushfire in Pine Hill North,” the dispatcher said. “However, from the fire department who are on scene, it seems to be a barbeque fire that spread to some bushes that someone’s burned themself in.”

“Well, that’s something… interesting, certainly,” Alaina laughed as she picked up the radio again. “Alpha Seven Two One, we copy. We’re heading there now.”

Kallie laughed as well, flicking the lights and sirens on as they began speeding down Sunshine Bay Road, headed for Pine Hill North, a community in part of the large Hollybush Heights council housing area. “Yeah, but it’s not the worst we’ve been sent to,” she replied.

“Fair,” Alaina responded, thinking back to the time where they were forced to assist the lifeguards in trying to keep someone who clearly wasn’t in their right mind from jumping in the water, thinking they were a shark. “I mean, that time, I don’t even know what was going on with the patient.”

Kallie put the ambulance in a left turn, speeding up Hollybush Road. “Are you talking about the shark guy?” Kallie asked.

“Yeah, Shark Guy.” Alaina replied.

“I mean, most of the time, these people just seem to have lost their common sense, or just don’t have any to begin with,” Kallie added. “Honestly, the things they get up to.”

Kallie made a right turn, arriving at the scene, clearly marked by fire engines, left, right, and centre.

Alaina flicked off the lights and sirens, before radioing dispatch. “Alpha Seven Two One, we’re on scene now.” she informed the controller, before jumping out the cab.

Alaina and Kallie opened the back of the ambulance, Alaina grabbing the burn pack, medication bag, and the mobile heart monitors, while Kallie grabbed the stretcher and pulled it out of the ambulance.

As they walked over to the house, a fireman walked over.

“Hey,” Alaina greeted. “Alaina.”

“Kallie.”

“Rhys,” the fireman greeted in a thick Welsh accent. “We’ve got a nineteen-year-old patient for. you guys. He’s burnt his arms, that’s for sure. Everything else, I’m not so sure about.”

“Alright,” Kallie said. “We’ll take a look. Where is he?”

“He’s over here,” Rhys said, bringing the two paramedics over to where the patient was lying on the ground, clearly struggling to breathe.

“Thank you so much,” Kallie said, before leaning down to talk to the boy.

“My name’s Kallie, I’m with the ambulance service. I’m here to help you.” Kallie spoke gently to the boy, who was clearly in pain. “Are you in any pain?”

The boy coughed. “Yeah, a bit,” he answered.

“On a scale of one to ten, with one being no pain at all and ten being the worst pain you’ve ever had in your life, how would you rate your pain?” Kallie asked.

“Uh, maybe a seven?” The boy replied. “It hurts.”

“Have you been hosed down with water?” Kallie asked.

The boy shook his head. “No.”

Alaina saw that Kallie glanced back at her. “I think it’s probably best we start dressing the wounds,”

Alaina nodded. “Yeah, I think that would be a good course of action.”

Alaina saw Kallie turn back to the boy, while Alaina came in with some dressings. “Hey, my name’s Alaina,” she said. “I’m going to be dressing your arms. It might hurt, but I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.”

The boy nodded, as Alaina began gently dressing his right arm, first with clingfilm, then with foil, to ensure the burns were properly protected.

Kallie came up beside Alaina, dressing his left arm. Luckily, it didn’t look like his core had been burned too much.

Once the dressing was done, Kallie glanced at Alaina. “Get the spinal board, it’ll probably be easiest to evac him that way.”

Alaina nodded, before walking over to the ambulance to grab the yellow spinal board. It was used for spinal protection, but also for transferring patients and evacuating them.

She returned, holding the yellow board in her hand and passing it to Kallie.

“We’re going to move you onto this board, alright?” Kallie explained. “It’ll be uncomfortable for a bit, but then you’ll be on the bed, where it’s a little more comfortable.”

The boy nodded.

Alaina log rolled the boy onto his side, before Kallie moved the board over, and they pushed him back over onto his back.

“Ready?” Kallie asked Alaina.

“On your count,” Alaina responded.

“Three, two, one, lift.” Kallie called. The two of them lifted the board with the boy on it, and brought him onto the stretcher, before rolling him onto his side, removing the spinal board, and allowing him to rest.

“Alright, we’re going to get you into the ambulance now,” Kallie explained, pushing the stretcher towards the ambulance, with Alaina grabbing the packs from the ground.

“Kal, you going back?” Alaina asked, as she stored the bags away where they usually would be in the back of the vehicle.

“Yep,” Kallie responded, before Alaina shut the doors on the back.

Alaina clambered into the driver's seat, shutting the door, turning the key and flicking on the lights and sirens. She backed out of the road, before hitting the accelerator and speeding as fast as she safely could towards the hospital.

“Adelaide!” Alfie shouted, wanting to catch up with her about one of his patients. Adelaide was charge nurse of the entire Sunshine Bay ED, so there was a lot of administrative work she needed to do.

“Hey, Alfie,” Adelaide replied, clearly down.

“You know I hate to make your workload higher,” Alfie began, “but I need you to call Carina and see if there’s space for a patient transfer.”

Adelaide sighed. “I wouldn’t put your request first, but…”

“Yes, I know,” Alfie replied. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Adelaide smiled. “Alright then.” She picked up the phone, and Alfie smiled, before leaving the Nurse’s station to check on his patient.