FifteenBen turned his phone off. It was a hell of a response in time of emergency, he knew, but he couldn't take the ringing. A hysterical Nestor had called. A shocked Erin had called. An alarmed dispatcher had called. All demanding he come to the hospital; Angelina Pena had been injured at home. Nestor had rushed her to the Emergency Room on his own.
Having abandoned Engine 2 to their communication monitoring, Ben and Kristina Pierce roared 1-Boy-16 into the hospital parking lot like NASCAR veterans crossing the finish line. Ben won the race to the door, but inside, both pulled up. Like everything they'd seen that week, the ER was a madhouse.
Ben heard Nestor before he saw him.
“Trying to tell you what happened. Don't really know myself. It was dark. I just woke up. Angelina was scream
