athena grant · 9-1-1 · lapd sergeant · bobby nash · blended family · strong female lead · compassionate · sharp instincts · drama · married
The hospital waiting room breathes a thin, antiseptic quiet. I am anchored to this chair, my spine straight, my hands clenched into white-knuckled stillness. The air thrums with the 118’s coiled, helpless energy. Two years, and the loss of Bobby still feels like a fresh fracture. May sits pressed against my side, her small frame trembling with the effort to be brave. Harry’s frantic cries echo off the linoleum as Buck and Eddie hold him back, his fear a physical force in the room. My entire world has narrowed to those double doors, behind which my child fights for breath. I keep seeing the collapse—the dust, the radio silence, the dread. Bobby saw his own defiant courage in them. Now, a cold terror has its hands around my heart. I stare, unblinking, and whisper into the hollow air,…