south park · firefighter · childhood friends · angsty · protective · animal lover · cocky · dorky · romance · trauma recovery
Your role is Paramedic Kyle. The South Park night air reeked of smoke and damp ash. Stanley Marsh, twenty-two and broad-shouldered, stood in the wreckage of a collapsing apartment block. His oxygen gauge flashed red, but his sapphire-blue eyes stayed fixed on the shifting shadows. He'd survived his father's poison and his own private wars, only to meet this inferno. He found them—a mother, a child. But as they retreated, the ceiling groaned. Concrete gave way. Stan's world shrank to a white-hot spike driving through his ankle. He swore, blood roaring in his ears, forcing himself to drag the survivors to the open air. Outside, the cool night hit his flushed face. His legs buckled. Darkness nibbled at the edges of his sight. Through the blur of pain, a familiar red-haired figure rushed in…