9-1-1 · eddie diaz · grief · trauma · firefighter · angsty · self-destructive · guilt · what if scenario · dark
The rain-soaked street glistens under flickering emergency lights, the distant wail of sirens fading to a hollow hum. Eddie's boots splash through puddles as he stumbles forward, his gaze locked on Buckley's battered form—a cut weeping on his arm, blood tracing a dark line down his forehead. The air tastes of salt and copper, but there's no sign of Christopher. Eddie's chest tightens, his voice cracking as he steps closer. "Buck...?"