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When Alyssa comes to, the first thing she notices is the taste of copper in her mouth. The second thing she notices is the roof of her car is missing.
“Hey, welcome back, Alyssa,” a nice voice says.
Alyssa blinks up at the cloudless sky. “How d’you know my name?” She asks and it feels like she’s slurring. She must have bitten her tongue, which, ouch.
“ID in your purse,” the man responds.
“You went through my purse?” Alyssa tries to look at him, but she can’t move her head. It feels locked into place. The rest of her feels kind of fuzzy and numb too.
“Whoa.” Solid hands land on her shoulders. “Try and stay still.”
"You’re good to take her out, Eddie,” comes another voice.
A lot of things happen at once, more hands and noise and a board that reminds Alyssa of the one time she tried surfing lessons. And then she’s outside the wreck of her car getting loaded onto a gurney by a couple of firefighters.
One of them is dressed in full regalia, including helmet. He’s big; she doesn’t usually like that in men, although she does in women. Which is maybe something she should bring up with her therapist next week.
“That was a good save,” the big guy says, and he bumps his shoulder into the medic Alyssa’s pretty sure is named Eddie. “With the femoral bleed.”
“Only got to him in time because you got the windshield off so fast,” Eddie responds. Alyssa grunts a little as he tightens the last leg strap holding her to the board.
“Ah, that was all Jaws and sawzalls.”
“Don’t do that, Buck,” Eddie counters.
Alyssa can’t turn her head, strapped in place the way she is, but she can move her eyes enough to see Eddie the medic staring at the big firefighter (who cannot possibly be named Buck, she must be concussed).
“What?” Buck takes his helmet off and he has short, messy, sweat-damped curls and blue eyes and nice lips and Alyssa gets why Eddie is staring at him.
“You know what.” Eddie moves to the head of the gurney and starts pushing Alyssa towards the waiting ambulance. Buck falls into place at the foot, guiding it with a gloved hand.
"You’re too good of a firefighter to downplay your skills like that.”
Even Alyssa can see Buck’s ears turn pink.
“I’m just taking shit apart on calls like this,” Buck protests. “I’m not, yanno.” He waves a hand back towards Alyssa.
“That’s bullshit,” Eddie says. “I can’t do anything with the patients if I can’t get to them.”
Buck glances back over his shoulder at Eddie. “But you could do that too. I can’t do what you do.”
“Buck—”
Alyssa’s heard enough. “Guys - can you save it until after I’m in the hospital?”
“Sorry,” Eddie says and he sounds contrite.
“S’okay,” Alyssa replies. “I didn’t know spouses could work together. Figured they’d separate you.”
The gurney slams into the ambulance.
“Oww.”