It wasn't every day that a plane had to make an emergency landing on a golf course, and it wasn't everyday I was the one on call when it happened. The four of us rushed to the plane and pulled out our patient

"Does she have any history of heart problems?" Dad asked as I put an oxygen mask on her.

"No, she's only 32." Her boyfriend replied. "How does this happen?"

"Blood pressure's 80/40. Still dropping." Hen reported.

"Looks like a possible heart attack." Buck added, giving her fluids.

"Nitro, sublingual." Dad ordered.

"Hey, Abbs, I'm-I'm on a call." Buck said, picking up his phone. He paused. "Wait, wh-what stunt?" Another pause. "You faked an emergency?" He asked the boyfriend.

"I was proposing." He replied. "I thought I was being romantic."

"Guys, she's on levothyroxine." Buck said finally.

"Not a heart attack. Broken Heart Syndrome." I said, looking between each of them.

"That's what I'm thinking." Dad nodded.

"Okay, I'll get the adenosine." Hen said, already in her medbag. 

"That's a real thing?" The boyfriend asked.

D: "Mimics the symptoms of a heart attack. It was probably brought on by her thyroid medication and you nearly scaring her half to death." 

"And you don't treat it the same as a cardiac event. That nitro we almost gave her could've caused some real damage." Hen informed. 

"Good thing we had Buck's girlfriend looking out for us." I elbowed him gently.

"She's coming to," Dad said, her gasping loudly a second later.

"Good call, Abby. She's, uh, she's conscious." Buck nearly whispered into his phone.

"You're okay. Deep breaths, deep breaths." We said gently.

"Oh, baby, thank god." Her boyfriend nearly cried.

We helped her sit up slowly. 

"Wait can I see the ring again?" She asked.

"I think she's actually considering the proposal." Buck said to Abby.

He slipped the rock onto her finger, and almost too quiet to hear, she said "Yes."

"She said yes." Buck reported back to Abby.

She slapped him. Hard.

"And she smacked him." Buck added, almost causing me to laugh.

---

It was Valentine's Day, and I was currently stomping through a florist's worst nightmare; a truck wrecked on the way to make deliveries and the road was littered with roses.

"God, I hate Valentine's Day." Buck huffed. "Everywhere you look, it's perfume ads, candy ads, jewelry ads. It is a fake holiday designed by women to make guys feel guilty and go into debt."

"Valentine's Day was actually created by a man, genius. King Charles the Fifth to be exact." I said. 

B: "Well, women are at least in on it."

"Oh, how awful to have one day a year to remind men to actually care about their girlfriends. God, you are such a boy."

"Well, I know plenty of women..." Dad began, messing with the fire hydrant, "who don't like Valentine's Day and plenty of guys who love it."

B: "You?"

D: "Yeah. Here and there, I've been known since I was about eight years old to like Valentine's Day. And after I met my wife, I'll tell you what... you have someone to share it with, it could be pretty great."

"Exactly, thank you, dad. I'm gonna go check on the driver." 

They nodded me off.

---

Back at the fire house, Chimney's party was in full swing.

"Welcome back, Chim." Dad said, bringing in the cake that was shaped as Chimney's head with a piece of rebar through it.

The entire house cheered.

"Aw, you guys." Chim smiled.

B: "How does it feel to be back?"

C: "Uh, beats the alternative. Seriously, though, everybody, uh, one thing I realized while I was gone is that, uh, I really need you people like I need a hole in the head!"

There was a mixture of laughs and groans- most of the groans coming from Hen.

D: "Place hasn't been the same without you, Chim. You're the heart of this fire house and I'm glad to have you back."

C: "Thanks, Bobby." 

"Hey, you had a lot of people praying for you, not just this department, either." Athena said.

"Well, I think somebody was listening. Even the doctors kept using the word 'miracle'. I guess if you're gonna have a piece of rebar sticking through your skull, that's the way to do it." He said, looking at the cake replica.

B: "So not even a headache?"

C: "Just you, Buck."

H: "Oh, shade, shade, shade, shade, shade."

B: "That's not funny."

"No, it's hilarious." I laughed.

D: "Alright, let's light you up so you can make a wish." 

I lit the candle and Chim blew it out.

"What'd ya wish for?"

C: "A new car."

"Yeah, the last time I saw yours it was a little-"

C: "Totaled?"

"Yeah," I laughed.

"Abby!" Buck called, running for the stairs. 

"Who?" I asked quietly, turning my attention to where he was leading her to the loft. 

"Uh, so, everyone, um, this is Abby Clark." He announced, a large smile on his face. "She is LA's fiercest 911 operator and she brought cookies, so..."

She was welcomed with cheers. 

"Excuse me," A familiar voice said from beside me. 

I turned to see Jensen Hatch, a fellow firefighter. "Oh, hey."

"Hey. So, um, I don't know if you have any plans for tonight but... I was wondering if you'd like to, maybe, go out to dinner with me?"

A smile spread across my face. "You know what, I... I would love to." 

"Really?" he beamed. 

"Really." 

"Cool, I'll-I'll text you the details." 

"Awesome. I'll see you tonight." I blushed slightly.

"Yeah, I'll see you tonight." 

The bell rang. 

"Gotta go," I started for the stairs.

"Be safe out there." He called after me, causing a deeper red to paint my cheeks.

---

That night, I raced home and got ready after my shift. For the first time since I moved to LA, I had a reason to look my best- outside of my uniform, that is. 

"This place is amazing," I gawked while looking around the restaurant he picked. I'd been here a few weeks prior, but not to eat- we stopped a gas leak. 

"I'm glad you like it. I got lucky and grabbed a reservation that fell through." 

"Well, lucky is definitely the word." I laughed lightly. "So, I have to ask..."

"Oh, no." He laughed, taking a sip of wine.

"What made you want to ask me out tonight?" 

"I don't know- I mean, I do know. I just don't know how to put it into words. You're just so... so beautiful, for one. But you're also super funny and kind and... and I've been trying to get the courage to ask you out for two months." He chuckled nervously.

"Oh, come on, no you haven't."

"Yes, I have. I finally decided I was tired of wasting my chance to see if, someone as amazing as you, would be interested in someone like me."

"Someone like you?"

"Yeah, you know... someone like me."

"You mean someone who is super smart, and charming, and who's never told an unfunny joke as long as I've known them. And, frankly, very attractive."

He smirked. "You think I'm attractive."

"And funny, and smart, and charming." I laughed. "But yes, I do." I blushed.

He looked into the crowd of other tables, his face dropping. "Oh, my god. Is he okay?"

"What?" I looked to see a man choking. "Shit." I rushed over to him, my heart dropping once I realized that it was Buck. And then even further once Abby said, "He's not breathing." 

"Lay him on the floor." I ordered, getting on my knees to start compressions. "Abby, call it in."

She nodded and went for her phone.

Jensen kneeled beside me. "What can I do?"

"Take over compressions." I stood, "Abby, how long?"

"Seven minutes, at least." Her eyes were full of tears.

"He doesn't have that long... We're going to have to do an emergency tracheotomy." I turned to the waiter who was standing by. "I need a knife and a straw." I got back down, the knife and straw appearing in my hands a second later. "Adam's apple and cricoid cartilage..." I whispered to myself, nervous to make the incision. 

I dug the knife into his skin, going about a half inch deep. Opening the wound with my finger, I slid the straw inside.

One, two breaths. Five, four, three, two, one seconds. One breath. I pulled back to see his eyes open. 

"You're okay, Buck. You're alright." I breathed. 

His hand found mine and clutched tightly. The paramedics arrived moments later, toting him of to the nearest ER for proper surgery.

I fell back, sitting on my ass now. Jensen held my shoulders, "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm alright." I stared at the door where Buck was carried out, Abby following suit. "I'm just glad he's okay." 

"Yeah, me, too. Look, if you want to call off dinner, I'll just take you home-"

"No. No, I want to finish it. We were having such a nice time." I smiled.