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Post by Keerse on Jun 29, 2006 11:56:21 GMT -5
Keagan was one of the first to arrive at the children's bodies. He lifted the older boy up in his arms. He knew it was too late, but he carried him out anyway, fighting his way through the smokey interior of their bedroom and into the blazing living room. He pushed his way out the door.
This is the worst part of the job, he thought as he watched the two frightened parents being held back by other department members as he laid their son a safe distance from the house on the ground. An EMT rushed towards him and checked the kid's pulse.
"Too late," the EMT whispered.
Keagan nodded. "I know." He closed his eyes and gently brushed the boy's cheek. "I'm sorry, kid."
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