Hii!! If you're still doing the shivering prompts, I'd love 3 or 5 with buck&bobby!! No pressure tho <3 tyy
3. "''S cold. Sorry." + Buck and Bobby
The strangled sound escaped through gritted teeth as Bobby arched away from the cold wet that brushed up against him.
It was cold. Bitterly, bone deep cold. The kind of cold only a bottle of Jack Daniels could smooth away as it burned down your throat. Now that the adrenaline had worn off and the scene had been handed over, Bobby could feel just how cold it was even as his breath steamed like fog in front of his lips. He’d been drifting, letting go of all the panicked cries and struggling aloofness of first responders dragging out bodies from the ocean as bits of plane and heartbreak washed ashore. He’d been fine even though he’d been ripped from the ocean by a harness clipped to his belt and the pressure of the wreck and a desperate mother trying to pull him from the other direction. Hen on insisted on him being looked at anyway. His back wasn’t going to be thanking him in a few hours but the cold had fed into a numbness he’d been clinging onto just to get through the remainder of his check up.
But that numbness had been jolted away when the too cold skin brushed against his own, zapping him with a frigidness that was closer to electricity than anything else.
Bobby twisted to glare down at Buck.
"'’S cold. Sorry,” Buck said except his sentences had to many s’s added to it to truly make sense right away. The stutter fell out between purple, almost blue lips that rattled away with every violent tremor that seemed to shake Buck from head to toe. The shock blanket wasn’t doing anything except wrinkling beneath the white knuckle grip of Buck’s fist.
His hair was plastered to his forehead, curling as it dried in the chill evening air, and his skin was taking on a waxy pale sheen as pink colored his cheeks.
The memory of Buck getting sucked out with the tide screaming his name clattered into Bobby’s head and he held the breath he’d taken somewhere deep in his chest to burn the feelings it brought up away.
Buck’s eyes were devastatingly blue as his gaze jumped to and from people on the scene, unsure of where to look. His uniform was stiff with salt water and oil and nothing made Buck's rookie leanness more apparent than the way he was trying to fight through the tremors wrecking his body. Buck was barreling headfirst into hypothermia if they didn’t get him warmed up soon.
Bobby looked up and tried to catch a paramedic as they hurried by. It wasn’t their rig on scene and he didn’t want to deal with the headache of getting told off by another station for rifling through their stuff. Hen was nowhere to be seen, probably giving the new team a hand with triage, and she’d been the one insisting on them both getting checked out while muttering something about warming fluids.
A sound fell from Buck’s lips he tried to muffle by curling into his chest and something broke in Bobby hearing it.
He moved before he could think, the sand sinking beneath his feet as he stood. Buck flinched beside him and the bolt of his jaw twitched as he tried to clench his way through the cold.
Bobby tossed his shock blanket aside and tried to find one of the thicker wool ones every rig kept stocked up on. Most had been given out to survivors so he didn’t like his chances but there had to be one somewhere that was mostly dry and— There!
Bobby snatched it up from where it had fallen by the wheel of one of the rigs and flapped it open to lose some of the sand. Once that was as good as it was going to get, Bobby turned toward the engine and swung open the door to his seat with a click of the handle. His turnout coat sat where he left it, half crumbled up into the center console from where he’d shoved it aside the moment he realized they were going in the water.
Bobby grabbed it before climbing back down and stalking back towards the ambulance. Left alone, Buck had allowed himself to release the miserable full body shivers he’d been trying so hard to hide and Bobby bit back the irritation that wanted to claw up his throat and yell at the kid.
Why hadn’t he said anything earlier?
Bobby knew why and he hated that it made the kid all the more endearing if not terrifying at the same time.
Buck startled again when Bobby eased off the shock blanket and the sound that fell from Buck’s lips was supposed to be his name, Bobby thought. But he just simply wrapped the wool blanket around Buck’s shoulders and watched Buck exhale as he pulled it tight around himself. His toes dig in the sand as his legs lifted up before falling back down like he wanted to curl into a ball but caught himself at the last minute.
Bobby flipped open his coat and pulled it around Buck’s shoulders too. He ignored Buck’s confused noise from somewhere in the back of his throat and pulled until the clasps could connect in front of the kid.
“‘M f-f-ine. I-I-I—” Buck started to say but Bobby simply tucked his coat further around Buck until there was a decent barrier from the cold.
Once he was done, he settled a hand on the kid’s shoulder and squeezed. “Just a little longer, kid. We’ll head out soon.”
And Buck with all the trust in his eyes that Bobby couldn’t stomach staring up at him, nodded.
