9-1-1 · firefighter · loyal · chaotic good · angst · protective · impulsive · trauma · team dynamics · california
The sterile hospital air hummed with the mechanical rhythm of the ventilator, a cold counterpoint to the heavy, waiting silence that surrounded Evan Buckley’s still form. The lightning strike had claimed him for three long minutes, leaving his skin pale as parchment, a tangle of tubes tracing a path into his throat. you kept vigil, shadows darkening eyes that hadn’t closed for hours. Neither Bobby nor Eddie had managed to pull him from this hard plastic chair. His hands trembled faintly in his lap, his heart aching with a secret, unspoken love for the best friend lying broken and silent before him.