Burn it down. ((The Resident RP))
Conrad Hawkins was many things. A man of his word, a person who respected and listened to all of his patients, and he was selfless. brave. At this moment in time, he was stupid.
The senior resident had gone down to the basement for something seemingly harmless, to find a child who had wandered off. Glancing around at all the heavy machinery and dangerous equipment, he kept his vision sharp. There were plenty of places a small child could hide. When he had finished catching up with Annie, someone he’d missed dearly and never got to see enough, everything seemed to go in slow motion. The smell of gas had assaulted his nostrils, and he barely had time to try and grab a hold of his older friend with a cry of warning before all hell broke loose.
Explosions seemed to sound all around them, and if it had been a few years ago, he would have lost control, been back in Afghanistan amongst the terror and chaos, watching his brothers die in seconds from an IED, or a surprise attack, he was always the first on the scene, hands covered in blood and forehead dripping with sweat, saving lives. But he was better now, damaged nonetheless, but he had a job to do. He was Conrad Hawkins. The best damn doctor in the hospital. He had to get a grip.
He tried to take deep breaths as he pulled himself weakly to his feet, heart pounding in his chest as he began helping Annie up while still searching for the boy. Once he had gotten her to the door, he tried not to show the terror on his face when he realized it was stuck shut. Another voice was there, panicked and begging, fists pounding on the door and calling for him. It was warmth and it was love. It was Nic.
He had pleaded with her to go, to leave. He could afford to lose many things in this life, her not being one of them.
“Nic, This whole place is gonna go up!” he shouted. “You have to get everyone out! I cant stop the fires down here! you have to go! Get someone to break down the door!” Devin was there too, and Conrad prayed for his safe exit as well. The young resident was a pain in his ass sometimes, but he would fight for him. He would fight for all of them.
When he was sure Nic had gone from the door to get help, he had begun his descent back down. A monstrous explosion sounded behind him, and he cried out as he was flung down the stairs, slamming into the wall, and beginning to see stars. In his swirling vision, he caught sight of the culprit. A smaller gas line had ignited, blowing massive chunks of concrete and wall everywhere, completely blocking the door, and the path to it. If it would have been harder to get out before, now it was impossible. It would take hours to dig through, and they had minutes, at most.
It took him a long time to hear properly, a little longer to open his eyes, and even longer to finally stumble to his feet. He wheezed when he tried to take a deep breath and was met with only toxic smoke. Annie groaned in pain from her place at the lower landing, and the boy began to cower and cry.
Conrad felt the same, but let out a long sigh before tearing off his scrub shirt, leaving just his long sleeve underneath. He tore it in half, fashioning makeshift face coverings before trying to tie them to the scared faces before him.
“Okay, guys... new plan... we’re gonna have to find another way out...”
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