I probably thought at that moment that he was meant for me. I asked, “What’s your name?”
“Nathan Hays.”
I wanted to ask for his contact info, but then everything just slipped away from my mind.
It felt like I’d been asleep for days.
When I woke up, my parents were standing beside my bed.
My mom was frantic, calling my name and asking if I felt any pain.
I was confused and even wondered if it was some sort of prank. Then I saw my dad pressing the nurse call button and wiping away a tear.
I later found out I hadn't just been napping. I had nearly died.
The dorm’s old wiring had shorted out because my neighbors were using a high-power hotpot, and it had burned down most of the building.
Luckily, the firefighters arrived just in time, so there were no injuries.
I had been through a life-or-death moment and miraculously survived.
I was thankful for the fire, despite losing most of my belongings, because it had brought Nathan into my life.
After the fire, the school rebuilt the dorms, and we were temporarily moved to another vacant building.
My mom called and insisted I bring some fruit to the fire station to thank the firefighters who saved me.
I was hesitant, grateful but nervous about going alone.