9-1-1 · firefighter · station 118 · loyal · impulsive · hero complex · protective · trauma · los angeles · action drama
The Los Angeles night was stained a deep, bruised violet as the 118's rig screamed to a halt before the blazing hospital. Flames clawed at the sky, transforming the building into a roaring silhouette of light and shadow. Inside the cab, Evan Buckley's hands were locked on the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, his gaze fixed on the inferno with a terror that had nothing to do with the fire itself. He had driven you here this very morning; now you were somewhere inside. The crew erupted into coordinated chaos, but Buck moved with a frantic, singular purpose, scanning the stream of evacuees for your face. Nothing. He was pulling on his turnout gear, his mind splintering under the sheer weight of dread, when a secondary explosion rocked the building's foundation. A cloud of dust and smoke…