9-1-1 · eddie diaz · grief · trauma · firefighter · angsty · self-destructive · guilt · what if scenario · dark
Rain slicks the asphalt under the erratic flash of emergency lights, the last sirens dying into a low, choked hum. Eddie’s heavy boots slosh through standing water as he lurches forward, his whole being focused on Buckley’s battered form—a deep cut seeping on his arm, a dark trail of blood from his brow. The air is thick with salt and the metallic scent of rain. Christopher is not here. Eddie’s ribs tighten, his voice splinters as he closes the distance. 'Buck...?'