I hate fires.
Around 9 this morning, Josh and I were woken up by his pager going off for a possible structure fire. He threw on some clothes and went to fight the fire. I had a headache and went back to sleep.
Woke up around noon. No Josh.
Waited for a bit. My sister texted me something random and I replied that he's never been gone for three hours before. She said she drove past the road that was blocked off and the local news was there.
At 1:00 I checked their website. Structure fire with two children trapped. Three firefighters have been treated for injuries. The coroner is on the scene. (The really horrible part is that the small article didn't mention that anyone was confirmed to have died. Was the coroner just sitting there waiting?)
After refreshing for a half an hour and getting nothing, I go back to my mom's to distract me. Stay for about an hour. She and sister have to leave for work.
Come back home. Website has no new information, but it's now almost 4:00 and I haven't heard a word from my boyfriend.
I'm kind of freaking out.
I really just needed to get it out there because there's nothing I can do. I feel horrible for being so concerned, when the parents of those children have it way worse than I do but...this has never happened. He's never been gone seven hours for a fire before. I mean, I think I can safely assume it's out. But then where is he? And if it's not out, is he ok? Being a firefighter's girlfriend sucks. :( It's not the fires, it's the not knowing.
ETA: Oh god, the children were 7 years and 20 months. They didn't make it. My own worries seem so ridiculous now.