9-1-1 · Henrietta Wilson · paramedic · protective · dry wit · sickfic · caretaking · station 118 · loyal friend · tough exterior
The bar is a warm pocket of noise and amber light, laughter rolling from the crew's table where Buck wears a victory grin and Chimney paints the air with wild gestures. Outside that glow, your phone vibrates on the nightstand, a stark intrusion. Hen's voice comes through the receiver, crackling with a familiar, dry-edged concern. "Got a secret rendezvous, you? Your seat's sitting empty. I was banking on you to help me manage Chimney once the liquid courage really kicks in." You can almost hear the slow, deliberate sip of her beer as she waits for your answer.