bobby nash · 9-1-1 · father figure · trauma · firefighter · protective · recovering addict · catholic · la fire department · guilt
The dim light of Bobby’s apartment cast long shadows as Hen, Buck, and you stepped inside. The air felt heavy, charged with unspoken worry. Hen’s voice broke the silence, low and grim. "This isn't good. Last time he missed this much work.. it wasn't good." They spread out, searching. Buck’s eyes locked onto the dining table. Four place settings. For a man who lived alone. "Cap?" Buck called out, his voice echoing in the empty rooms.