was trying to nap and this popped into my head so here you go
“Hey,” Buck frowns, noticing the missing body from the group hug. “Where’s Eddie?”
Just a little ways down the hall, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. His eyes automatically snap over to it, expecting, for some reason, Eddie to walk out. He’d exchange a relieved look with Buck, a confirmation that they’re both okay. Both alive.
The elevator is empty though.
“I think he mentioned going to the chapel.” Ravi offers, arm wrapped around May, who leans heavily against her boyfriend, looking exhausted. Buck’s glad they have each other. May deserves to have someone sturdy to lean on.
“Thanks.” Buck nods at his coworker and friend, no one making a noise of protest when he turns and jogs to the still open elevator, hitting the button to bring him to the floor of the chapel.
Of course Eddie went there. He usually seeks out that thin thread to his religion when times get tough.
But there’d been so much going on. Hopefully Eddie had hidden. Maybe he didn’t know it was safe now. Buck wasn’t sure about sound proofing for a chapel in a hospital. Doctors and nurses surely went there and they’d need to hear pages, right?
He shakes his head as he steps out of the elevator, the hallway leading towards the chapel eerily quiet. Most people seemed to have evacuated here when the shooter was stalking around.
Buck shivers and heads for the doors, a little placard next to it saying CHAPEL.
It’s darker inside, the ornate decorations such a vast contrast to the sterile walls of the hospital. Buck could almost understand why people would come here when it feels like their world is falling apart.
Except Buck’s eyes fall to a limp body on the floor and he realizes his entire world is bleeding out on the floor in front of him.
“EDDIE!” Buck shouts, rushing forward and falling to his knees. Eddie is laying face down, blood soaked through the carpet and hardwood between the pews. He doesn’t make a sound at Buck’s call.
“No, no, no.” Buck runs his hands frantically along Eddie’s arms and back before he forces one of them to stop shaking enough to press two fingers to the pulse point on Eddie’s neck.
“Oh thank fuck.” Buck exhales in relief when he feels a pulse, weak but there. He glances a second alter, glancing up at the alter before him, “Sorry.”
Almost immediately though, Buck’s focus is back on Eddie. He gets the man rolled onto his back, head lolling to the side and making Buck swallow back a sob.
He can see where Eddie’s shirt is torn. Where the entry point is. A stab wound.
Who the fuck stabs someone in a hospital chapel?!
Buck whispers a quick sorry and then presses down on the wound. Hard.
Eddie jerks upwards, eyes flying open as his lips part, a strangled sound slipping past and into the quiet air.
“Eddie.” Buck sobs then, hating the slick feeling of Eddie’s blood between his fingers. Again. “Eddie, sweetheart, stay awake, okay?”
Eddie’s eyelids flutter, brown eyes glassy and confused. His lips part once more, “B’ck?”
“Yeah. Yeah. It’s me, sweetheart. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
A small smile curves up the corner of Eddie’s lips seconds before his eyes roll into the back of his head and he loses consciousness again.
“NO!” Buck screams, pressing harder with one hand as he fumbles for his radio, blood slick fingers not finding a grip on it for a moment. But he manages to press on the button, his voice shaking as he speaks, “Hen! Chim! Chapel, now! Eddie’s hurt! He’s bleeding out. P-please.”
He doesn’t repeat himself, hopeful that his team heard him, and Buck refocuses his energy on pressing down on the knife wound in Eddie’s side, trying to stop the bleeding.
“Don’t die on me, Eddie. You can’t go. I won’t let you.”
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