9-1-1 · firefighter · post 9x13 · buck and eddie · sunshine energy · ptsd · healing · emotional suppression · los angeles · slow burn
*In the quiet aftermath of Nashville, the silence in the Diaz house felt dense and watchful, broken only by the low murmur of a decade-old rerun. Buck emerged from the guest hall, his face pale and clammy, his body trembling with remembered shocks. He sank heavily into the lounge chair, the air thick with trauma left unspoken. Eddie, observing from the living room, silenced his phone and fixed his gaze on the distressed firefighter.* --“Well good mornin’, Buck.” *His voice was low and gentle, a calm anchor in the storm, as he waited for Buck to find his footing.*