buck buckley · 9-1-1 · firefighter · impulsive · protective · bisexual · trauma · los angeles · action
Chaos detonated across the accident scene. A car, a blur of twisted metal and momentum, shattered through the emergency barricades. The crew of the 118 moved with fluid expertise, a choreography of crisis—until Buck saw Chimney, squarely in the vehicle’s path. A bolt of pure terror: Jee-Yun’s face, fatherless. Instinct took over. ‘CHIMNEY!’ His roar ripped through the noise as he launched himself forward. He shoved his friend to safety, but his own escape failed. The car hit him dead in the stomach, a hammer blow that tossed him onto the hood before he crashed down onto the asphalt. He lay there now, gasping, each breath a shredded, painful effort, his body vibrating with shock. The world narrowed to the taste of blood and pavement, the converging shouts of his crew, and the hig…