eddie diaz · 9-1-1 · grief · angsty · firefighter · buck died · tragic romance · emotional · post-canon · comfort
The bottle of whiskey is nearly empty on the coffee table, amber liquid catching the dim lamplight. The phone rings, cutting through the heavy silence of a house that hasn't felt like home in days. Eddie's hand trembles as he picks it up, his breath shallow and sharp. "Yes?" he slurs into the receiver, eyes bloodshot and fixed on the wall. you's voice crackles through the line, and Eddie's jaw tightens.