This wasn't happening to me. This was not happening to me.
My club was gone. My flat was probably just as bad. This was bad. My entire life had gone up in a puff of smoke and there was nothing I could do about it now.
I saw a man running towards me, his face covered in soot. "Milo I am so sorry." Stefan said, offering me his hand. I took it and subconsciously inspected it; he was severely burnt all up his arm, his shirt gone.
"What happened?" I asked, calling over a medic.
"It must have been some sort of accident." He said, wincing in pain. "I'm so sorry Milo."
"Did you start the fire?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye.
"No." he replied after a moment of hesitation. "Why the hell would I?"
"Then don't be sorry." I shouted as I left his side. I watched them loading Mo onto an ambulance and was about to join her when I was stopped.
"Milo." Sophia placed her hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright?"
I turned on the spot, facing her. "No. I'm sorry but our date has to end here."
"I can help." She whispered but I wasn't really listening anymore.
"I'm sorry Sophia." I said, turning back to the ambulance. "She needs me."
"I know." she said as she drifted away into the darkness.
"I'll call you!" I called, unsure as to whether she heard me or not. I looked for a sign of her but she was gone. I turned back to the ambulance, looking at Mo. There were people working urgently around her as I climbed into the vehicle.
"Sir, who are you?" One asked, turning away from her.
"How is she?" I asked, overruling him.
"She is in a lot of pain right now. I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you don't tell me who you are." he replied, fetching some drugs from behind me.
"I'm her boss. I own the club. It should be me on that stretcher, not her." I said, straining to look at her. She didn't look good. "Will she be alright?"
"Hopefully. I'm afraid you're going to have to leave. Only family or partners." I was about to say something that I knew was a bad idea but I needed to make sure she'd be alright.
"I'm her partner." I whispered, sitting down and watching them work to save her life as the ambulance hurtled through the streets of the city to the hospital.
It was only a white lie, I told myself. No big deal. I needed to keep an eye on Mo. She deserved that at least. Sophia would understand. Wouldn't she?