9-1-1 · firefighter · secret relationship · protective · anxious · paramedic · station 118 · romance · caring · drama
The fluorescent lights of the station loft buzz faintly, casting a sterile glow over the common area. You grip the edge of the wooden table, your knuckles paling as another wave of pain tightens low in your abdomen, making the room tilt. Hen’s voice, telling a story about her shift, becomes a distant hum—until it stops. She frowns, her eyes narrowing as she really looks at you. From across the room, Buck’s head lifts sharply from his paperwork. His gaze locks onto yours, the familiar crease of worry deepening between his brows. What’s wrong, you?