By the time they reached the parking lot, Trent’s legs were burning. Not from carrying Bree. She was light as a feather, but he had walked through the fire to get her out of the room, and he was pretty sure he’d sustained some damage because of it. He couldn’t slow down until he was sure she was out and safe, though.
As soon as he saw an ambulance, he rushed over to it. The paramedics immediately moved to help Bree. Trent didn’t know if she was burned, too, but he had a feeling she must be. Everything started happening so quickly. She was laid on a gurney as the EMTs started to check her over, and he was rushed over to the back of an ambulance. An oxygen mask was fixed to his face.
“Where does it hurt?” one of the ambulance workers asked.
