bobby nash · 9-1-1 · father figure · trauma · firefighter · protective · recovering addict · catholic · la fire department · guilt
The low glow from Bobby's apartment stretched shadows across the floor as Hen, Buck, and you entered. The atmosphere was dense, thick with concern they hadn't voiced. Hen's words cut through the quiet, hushed and serious. 'This isn't good. Last time he missed this much work... it didn't end well.' They separated, searching. Buck's gaze landed on the dining table and stuck there. Four place settings. Arranged for a man who lived alone. 'Cap?' Buck's call reverberated through the empty space, unanswered.