Summary: The 118's actions have devastating consequences.
Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Male OC!
Warnings: Suicide, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Depression, Post-lawsuit, Past Abuse in reference to Buck's treatment at the 118
A/N: This is not edited. I wrote this fic at like midnight. I'll post the reactions and aftermath at some point.
He was tired. Tired of the glares and harsh words from the people he called family. Tired of going home to an empty apartment because Luca was overseas on some mission that was classified. Tired of being the man behind when all he wanted was to save people. To do the one thing he was good at. He left a voicemail for Luca and one to both Luca’s twin sister and brother in Texas. His grip is tight on the railing but not from a fear of failing. No, he had resigned himself that he was going to die but only when he’s ready. He hopes Chris will forgive him, but he had written him a letter and had left it on his counter with Carla’s name on it. He knew she would give it to him. Luca would be pissed and heartbroken but he had a good support system in their old team, his family, and his crew in Austin. He had left letters for the crew of the 118 as well. Left them on the counter as well. He had written a letter for every person in his life that he loved. It was up to them if they read it or not.
He lets out a breath when he hears a car stop. “Sir, please step away back over the railing.” He felt like he could cry. He knew that voice. “I’m good right where I am, ‘Thena.” He calls opening his eyes to look down. It was about a 40ft drop into freezing water so if the impact didn’t kill him then the hypothermia and subsequent drowning would. “Buck?” He hears her come closer. “What are you doing here, baby?” She asks and he shrugs. “I’m tired ‘Thena.” He tells her as a firetruck pulls up. “Anyone I can call?” She asks stepping closer and he shakes his head. “Stay where you are ‘Thena.” He warns and she stops moving. “Just you Bobby. Keep the others back.” He hears her speak into her radio. The 118 must have responded. Fuck. It was bad enough that he was going to jump in front of Athena but now his crew. The ones who have thrown insults and petty jabs his way. The ones who had a hand in causing this. His grip loosens and Athena lets out a strangled noise. “It’s Okay, ‘Thena.” He tries to reassure her.
“Why’d you have the rest of the crew stay back, Athena?” He hears Bobby, no captain Nash say his tone weary. He knows exactly when Captain Nash spots him. His breath audibly hitching. “Buck?” The use of his nickname and the concern in his voice has him letting out a harsh laugh. “It’s Buck now, is it?” He says finally turning around to face him. “Buck, you don’t have to do this.” He says stepping closer, but Athena holds her arm out. “Why should I listen to you? You’ve done nothing but belittle me since I got back. This isn’t your house, so I don’t have to follow your rules.” His voice is calm, and he looks over to where Hen, Chim, and Eddie have gotten out of the truck. He can see the horror in Hen’s eyes, and he feels kind of bad. She was the one who he confided in the most about being away from Luca. They had eventually bonded over their similar sexualities and marriages to people of the same sex.
“Eddie get me a harness.” Captain Nash says and he sees Eddie falter for a second before following the order. Chim stands beside Hen watching with wide eyes. No doubt trying to figure out how to explain what happened to Maddie. Hen is gripping her med bag tightly. “Think about the people that love you, Buck. Think about your family.” Captain Nash says and he turns his gaze once more to his captain. “My family consists of Luca Rizzoli and his family.” He says and Captain Nash shakes his head. “You’ve got us Buck.” Eddie says as he hands over the harness to his captain. He lets out another humorless laugh. “I’ve not had you since the bombing. I thought you were my best friend. But friends don’t call each other exhausting or shove them around. Family doesn’t belittle anything that’s ever happened to a member of said family.” Eddie looks guilty at his words. “Captain Nash, I used to think of you as a father figure. Now, I see that your no better than my own damn father who didn’t give a single shit about me. In a way this is your fault. You chose to lie to me about what happened. So the only way I saw to get back to my family was to fight for it. I turned down 7 million dollars to get back to my family. It was never even about the money. I just wanted you back.” He pauses to take a breath before continuing. “I knew it wasn’t going to be easy and I accepted that you all would be mad at me. I just didn’t expect for it to last a few months and involve being assaulted. You chose to leave me as the man behind. At first, I was fine with it. I knew you didn’t trust me. I figured I’d need to earn your trust back, but you never gave me the chance. Then after awhile it just started to hurt. You had taken away my ability to help people in a way I loved. I wasn’t being shot at or have the threat of getting blown up and I wasn’t in some active warzone halfway across the world.” Captain Nash had put on the harness as he was talking but never took his eyes of him.
“Please, let us make this right.” Captain Nash pleads with him, but he shakes his head resolved to do what he had come here for. “Think of Christopher. That kid loves you like you’re his father too. Think of what it will do to him if you die.” Eddie says. “That’s a low blow, Eddie. I did think of him. All the time. I wondered if he had nightmares from the tsunami. Wondered if there was any way I could help him, but you kept me away.” He seethes but his voice is still level. “I’m sick and tired of thinking of and putting other’s before myself. Call me selfish but I just don’t give a shit anymore. I’m tired of being other people’s punching back both physically and emotionally. I’m done.” He sees Hen and Chim start moving toward him. “I’m sorry but I just am.” With those final words he pushes himself away from the railing letting go.
The air is cool against his skin as he falls closing his eyes a thinking of his husband. He can hear the screams of the people he once called family, but the sound disappears as soon as he hits the water and his world fades to black.
The 118 stand shocked as their youngest member just jumped of the bridge. Henrietta Wilson falls to her knees as a broken wail leaves her. Her partner Howard Han stands in total shock trying to make himself believe that the man he considered as a brother has just ended his life. Edmundo Diaz has crumpled to his knees as well sobs leaving him as the reality of what he had done had cost him his best friend and the man his son considers as a second father. Athena Grant stands with her hand over her mouth and tears streaming down her face. It was like May’s overdose all over again but this time she wouldn’t be saving her child. Robert Nash is half leaning over the railing with his arm outstretched for the man that had become like a son to him. Guilt consumed each member of the 118 from their actions in the last few months. Athena’s guilt coming from her failure to save her boy. Each of them wondering how they were going to tell their family and how they were going to tell them it was their fault. How it was their actions that drove him to take his own life. “Get water and rescue down here to search the waters. I want his body recovered.” Captain Nash’s voice is void of any emotion as he gives the command. It prompts the others into action but a cloud now hung over them and its their own fault.
Summary: The actions of the 118 have unforeseen consequences but a surprise might be what saves them all from what could be a tragic loss.
Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley x Male OC!
This is a cross over fic I guess with characters from Rizzoli & Isles. Mentioned and only "screen time" is via text messages. Also the beginning part of part 1 until the end is the same as the beginning of Over the Edge and Under.
Summary: Luca admonishes the 118 and part of Buck's past is revealed.
Trigger Warning: Attempted Suicide Mention, Mentioned child and human trafficking, and mentioned child death. Homophobic bullying mentioned but not towards Buck, Luca, or Carlos.
A/N: This is where the Rizzoli & Isles characters come in but only through text and a phone call.
Luca paced in the ER waiting room waiting for any news on his husband. His mind a mess of Why’s and What if’s. Why hadn’t he come to him about feeling this way? What was the cause? Why did know one notice or if they had why hadn’t they helped? What if he hadn’t been there to talk his husband down? What if he had been too late and Buck jumped anyway? He’s brought out of his thoughts and halts in pacing when his phone rings. He curses softly at the caller ID before answering. “Hey, Ma.” He says resuming his pacing. “I heard you were surprising Evan. How’d it go?” He can hear the happiness in her voice despite her calling his husband by his first name. It was something she did with all her children’s significant others. He takes a breath before coming mostly clean. He never lied to his family just sometimes omitted things if he thought it would make his ma worry more than necessary.
“I didn’t get the chance to surprise him. At least not how I wanted to. I’m in the ER waiting room.” He says wincing at the sharp intake of breath. “What happened? Is anyone hurt? I’m-”He cuts off her rambling knowing that she was about to say that she was catching the first available flight out of Boston that she could. “No, Ma. You don’t need to come all the way out here. I’ll tell you when I know anything.” He leaves out the fact that Buck had tried to kill himself. “Alright, call me when you know something.” She demands before they end the call. He then pulls up the group chat for his siblings besides the ones in Austin. He debates on just messaging his siblings individually leaving his twin sister out of it. She didn’t need any more stress especially if the IVF treatments worked and she was carrying either Buck’s baby with her or his sister Sofia’s egg or his baby with Buck’s sister Maddie’s egg. He decides against leaving her out of the loop knowing that she’d find out somehow.
Luca: Buck tried to kill himself. At hospital waiting to see him. Think he’s only suffering from exhaustion and dehydration. Let you know more when I do.
The responses are almost instantaneous.
Frankie: What happened?
Jane: Is this why Ma called me worried?
Tommy: Is he alright?
He doesn’t get a reply from his twin though.
Luca: He was going to jump from a bridge. Not sure why yet. Might be because of how his team was treating him after the lawsuit. Yes, don’t tell Ma, Jane. Please.
Jane: I won’t little brother. Me and Frankie are working a case or we’d be hopping on a plane.
Tommy: I’d be on a plane but the airport is closed because of the hurricane.
Luca: It’s alright. Good Luck with your case and Tommy for the love of god please be careful.
He finally gets a text from his sister but not in the group chat.
Ilaria: On way. Picking up Carlos. Already told him. See you in a few hours. I’ve got news.
He doesn’t get a chance to reply before he has another incoming call. It’s Carlos. He knows there’s a good chance that he might finally breakdown when he takes the call. “Lu.” The concern in his brother’s voice has him stumbling into one of the waiting room chairs. “I almost lost him ‘los. He was ready to jump.” His voice breaks as tears finally start to trail down his cheeks. “I’ll be there soon, pequeño.” His brother reassures. “You have work and what about TK? He’s still recovering.” He protests even though he wants nothing more than his brother here with him or even Judd. “Luca, I am more than fine recovering by myself.” He hears TK yell and he chuckles a little. “Are you at the station?” He asks spotting Maddie and the 118 is behind her his lip curls a little at the sight of them and he feels his posture change straightening in the chair. “Yeah, here’s Judd.” Carlos says not even having to have him ask and he hears shuffling over the phone. “Hey brother, you doin’ ok? Heard you just got back.” His friend’s voice is uncharacteristically soft. “Yeah, thought I’d surprise him. I’m honestly barely holding it together. They had to sedate him because he wouldn’t let go of me and I’m not allowed in the room with him. He fought the sedative Judd. He looked so afraid to let me out of his sight. Like if he gave in and fell asleep, he’d wake up and I’d be gone. The sound that left him when they finally got him off me was something I don’t ever want to hear again.” He hears Judd let out a harsh breath. They both had seen people fight against sleep whether from exhaustion, medication, or from losing consciousness. In their experience it was for one of three things, sometimes more than one of the three. The first being that they are trying to protect someone or something. Second being fear that if they succumb to that feeling they won’t wake up and the third being nightmares or fear of waking up back inside a trauma. Mostly seen with soldiers but some people on the more traumatic calls did it.
He hears the bell ring for a call. “I gotta go but you better keep me updated.” Judd’s voice is harder now no longer holding its previous softness. “I will. Maddie’s here and so is his crew.” He says hanging up. He stands pocketing his phone and Maddie throws her arms around him. He holds her awkwardly for a few moments before wrapping his arms around her letting her sob against him. His eyes scan the members of the 118 falling on the Asian man whose eyes held a hint of jealousy. He could see that all of them were tense and displayed various ranges of guilt. “I’m sorry.” She tells him spotting the wet patch on his shirt from her tears. He just shrugs her concern off. It wasn’t the worst bodily fluid he’d had staining his shirts. “It’s fine, Maddie.” He tells her and she nods. “Any news?” He shakes his head. “No, probably won’t be for a while. They had to sedate him, and he fought it so they ended up giving him another dose. He’ll be out for a while and then they’ll want to do a psych eval. We might not even get to see him depending on how long they want to hold him.” He tells her truthfully. “Why did they have to sedate him.” He eyes the brown eyed man taking in his posture. Clearly military and that makes his blood burn even more. This must be Eddie. The army medic and his husband’s supposed best friend.
“He refused to let go of me and he fought the sedative.” He can see a look of realization cross the man’s features. Eddie probably associated that with the same things that he and Judd did. “Someone better tell me why you all decided to treat my husband like he was no longer a part of your family and like shit to the point that he was afraid to let me out of his sight. Like I would vanish if he closed his eyes.” He tried to keep his voice level but the thought of these people who were in a profession where your coworkers become your family has it rising slightly. Eddie is the one who speaks up clenching his hands and stepping closer. “He sued us.” Is what Eddie snaps out clearly angered by what happened still. “No, he sued the department because his Captain let his personal feelings cloud his judgement and lied to him about who didn’t want him back.” He feels a sense of pride when they turn their gaze to their Captain. “Either way that does not give you the right to abuse and ostracize one of your own. That is an abuse of power on your part Captain.” Captain Nash looks away in shame and guilt. He turns to Henrietta someone who he had heard good things about an knew his next words were going to be a low blow, but she needed the warning in case something did happen. “What happens when this gets out? What’s going to happen to your children. Did you think about them before you acted?” Hen recoils and shakes her head. “No, I didn’t and I’m sorry.” She is sincere with her words and he knows that she hadn’t joined in on the abuse and belittling of his husband, but she didn’t speak up either. He skips over the Asian man letting Maddie deal with her boyfriend and turns back to his husband’s best friend.
“You were his best friend. The one who promised to have his back. Something I appreciated since, God knows, my husband gets himself into all kinds of trouble. You took Christopher away from him and told him he had abandoned him. Like he wasn’t trying to see him or help him out. That man loves your son like he was his own and you took that away.” He doesn’t realize he had started to yell until Maddie places her hand on his shoulder and he sees that his outburst had drawn a few gazes of other occupants in the waiting room. He decides to give his husband’s team a little bit of his and his husband’s background. Buck could yell at him later, but he needed to get his point across. “Want to know why Buck’s so attached to your son? A mission overseas in Kandahar dealing with a human trafficking ring. Anywhere Buck went he befriended the local children. Would give them treats, tell them one of his endless facts, or showed them a game. We had liberated one compound finding it mostly empty but a few sick captives. One of the ones left behind was a deaf boy. He took an immediate liking to Buck despite his lack of ASL or BSL knowledge that I have. We had only been married for a year and a half but we wanted to adopt the boy. His name was Noah.” He tells them trying not to get lost in the memories of that mission. Not with how it ended.
“You said was.” Eddie says and he gives him a confused look. “You said his name was Noah not is. What happened? Did you decide not to adopt him, or did you find his parents?” Eddie continues and he can see the look of hope in his eyes. He clears his throat of the lump that had formed. He had only told Carlos, Judd, and Ilaria what had happened. “We had gotten the group back to base. We didn’t know it at the time but some of the traffickers had been soldiers at the base. When it came time to transport the group for better care a few days later they made themselves known. Buck had been carrying Noah who was no older than 7 when a sniper took a shot. Buck saw it at the last second and turned his body to shield Noah. The sniper was using HVAP rounds. The bullet went through Buck’s body and into Noah. It had pierced his heart and he bled out in Buck’s arms despite suffering a comminuted fracture of his collar bone he was the one who dug Noah’s grave. Noah would have been your son’s age.” He clears his throat again and Maddie wipes the tears from her face before handing him a bag. “It’s a change of clothes and I brought a charger.” He nods and heads to a bathroom to change. He changes quickly into the maroon sweatpants, grey t-shirt and sneakers before spotting the hoodie Maddie had packed. It was well worn and the rainbowed “Sorry, Girls I’m Gay.” had faded slightly. It was a gift he had gotten for Buck when they had first started dating as a joke. It was Buck’s favorite thing to wear when they lounged around.
He slips the hoodie on before packing his fatigues and boots into the bag. The hoodie was a little longer and wider in the shoulders since his husband was taller and a little broader than him. He steps out of the bathroom and heads back over to Maddie who was sitting away from the others. “Ilaria and Carlos are coming.” He tells her and she nods patting the seat beside her. They lean against each other as they wait.
He hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep until someone is shaking him awake. “Wake up little brother.” He groans green-grey eyes looking into an identical pair. “Ilaria?” He questions before the previous events flash through his mind and he’s sitting up. “Yeah, little brother.” She says and he looks around spotting his brother who’s talking with a doctor and pointing to him. “We’re the same age.” He says pulling a laugh out of his sister. “I’m older.” She says and he shakes his head. “By like 15 minutes.” He says standing and walking over to Carlos and the doctor while Ilaria takes his spot next to Maddie. “Hey.” He hates how his voice comes out soft. “Hey, pequeño.” He watches the doctor leave and gives his brother a questioning look. Carlos motions for him to follow him down a hall. “They’re keeping him for the full 72 hours but he should be able to go home after. You can stay with him. The doctor said it’s probably for the best when I explained what Judd explained to me.” Carlos hasn’t pulled him in for a hug knowing his boundaries with touching. “How he…How he was..” He can’t even get the words out before tears are failing down his face and he’s burrowing his head into his brother’s chest. He feels Carlos wrap his arms around him whispering soothing words in Spanish.
After a few minutes his breathing returns to normal and his tears stop. He pulls back and drags his hands across his face to wipe away the tears. “Room 1236. I’ll go inform the others and attempt damage control with your twin.” Carlos tells him pulling a small laugh from him. His twin was most likely already on the war path. She could be vengeful and petty when it came to those she loved being wronged. He nods and heads to the room knocking on the door frame to alert the person watching over his husband that he was there. The older man motions for him to come in.
“They said he’d be out for a few more hours. I’m Egil.” The man has a slight accent to his voice. It was one that he couldn’t place but was familiar. “I’m Luca.” He says sitting in the chair next to Buck’s bed and grab his hand. “He’s my husband. I’ve been overseas for the past few months.” He explains and the man nods. “You don’t mind that I’m in here do you?” Egil asks him and he shakes his head. “No, I don’t mind.” He says running his free hand through Buck’s hair. “I remember sitting where you were but instead of my husband it was my son.” Egil speaks up after a few moments and he turns his head to face him. “He was about 18 and close to graduating high school. He had a crush on one of the jocks. He had told his best friend who in turn told her boyfriend. The boyfriend was the jock’s best friend and so he wrote my son a note telling him to meet him behind the old movie theater by the school. I remember my son was so happy even though he was nervous as hell.” Egil has a sad but fond smile on his face. He could figure how this went. It was something that had happened to him but had ended with more than just teasing.
“His crush wasn’t there but the rest of the baseball and football teams were. The had thrown slurs at him and shoved him around before dumping him into the dumpster. He had smiled when he came home like nothing happened despite being covered in movie theater trash. He said he loved us like normal and headed up to bed.” Egil lets out a humorless laugh. “I figured something wasn’t right, but I figured he’d come to me. About half an hour or so later his best friend was calling and explained what happened. I went up to his room and he had hung himself. He wasn’t up there long and was revived in the ambulance.” He tightens his hold on Buck’s hand. Why was he telling him this? “In the hospital I sat with him like you. Then about 3 days after his attempt the jock comes in when I’m gone and sits with him.” He can’t help but ask “What did you do?” Now Egil has a full-on smile. “I watched them and saw how much that boy was in love with my son. He talked to him. Told him how sorry he was for what had happened. How when he woke up if he wanted, they could go out on a date.”
“Did he wake up?” He was slightly afraid to ask not sure if he truly wanted the answer. “Yes, and they went on that date. The baseball and football teams lost their most valuable player, and my son lost his best friend.” He was glad the story had a somewhat happy ending. “They got married about 6 years ago and are expecting their first child by surrogate.” Egil’s words make him think back to his sister. “My twin is helping us. She said she had news. Does it make me a bad person that a small part of me wants her not to be pregnant right now?” He asks and Egil shakes his head. “No, it’s understandable. You want to focus on your husband getting better but, I have a feeling that if your sister is pregnant, you would step-up despite the less-than-ideal circumstances. I’ll let you have a few hours of alone time with him. When you want to leave have the nurses at the nurses station call me.” Egil says before leaving shutting the door behind him. He lays his head down on the bed with a sigh. He was exhausted the 15 or so hour flight catching up to him. He promises himself just a few moments with his eyes closed.
He was tired. Tired of the glares and harsh words from the people he called family. Tired of going home to an empty apartment because Luca was overseas on some mission that was classified. Tired of being the man behind when all he wanted was to save people. To do the one thing he was good at. He left a voicemail for Luca and one to both Luca’s twin sister and brother in Texas. His grip is tight on the railing but not from a fear of failing. No, he had resigned himself that he was going to die but only when he’s ready. He hopes Chris will forgive him, but he had written him a letter and had left it on his counter with Carla’s name on it. He knew she would give it to him. Luca would be pissed and heartbroken, but he had a good support system in their old team, his family, and his crew in Austin. He had left letters for the crew of the 118 as well. Left them on the counter as well. He had written a letter for every person in his life that he loved. It was up to them if they read it or not.
He lets out a breath when he hears a car stop. “Sir, please step away back over the railing.” He felt like he could cry. He knew that voice. “I’m good right where I am, ‘Thena.” He calls opening his eyes to look down. It was about a 40ft drop into freezing water so if the impact didn’t kill him then the hypothermia and subsequent drowning would. “Buck?” He hears her come closer. “What are you doing here, baby?” She asks and he shrugs. “I’m tired ‘Thena.” He tells her as a firetruck pulls up. “Anyone I can call?” She asks stepping closer and he shakes his head. “Stay where you are ‘Thena.” He warns and she stops moving. “Just you Bobby. Keep the others back.” He hears her speak into her radio. The 118 must have responded. Fuck. It was bad enough that he was going to jump in front of Athena but now his crew. The ones who have thrown insults and petty jabs his way. The ones who had a hand in causing this. His grip loosens and Athena lets out a strangled noise. “It’s Okay, ‘Thena.” He tries to reassure her.
“Why’d you have the rest of the crew stay back, Athena?” He hears Bobby, no captain Nash say his tone weary. He knows exactly when Captain Nash spots him. His breath audibly hitching. “Buck?” The use of his nickname and the concern in his voice has him letting out a harsh laugh. “It’s Buck now, is it?” He says finally turning around to face him. “Buck, you don’t have to do this.” He says stepping closer, but Athena holds her arm out. “Why should I listen to you? You’ve done nothing but belittle me since I got back. This isn’t your house, so I don’t have to follow your rules.” His voice is calm, and he looks over to where Hen, Chim, and Eddie have gotten out of the truck. He can see the horror in Hen’s eyes, and he feels kind of bad. She was the one who he confided in the most about being away from Luca. They had eventually bonded over their similar sexualities and marriages to people of the same sex.
“Eddie get me a harness.” Captain Nash says and he sees Eddie falter for a second before following the order. Chim stands beside Hen watching with wide eyes. No doubt trying to figure out how to explain what happened to Maddie. Hen is gripping her med bag tightly. “Think about the people that love you, Buck. Think about your family.” Captain Nash says and he turns his gaze once more to his captain. “My family consists of Luca Rizzoli and his family.” He says and Captain Nash shakes his head. “You’ve got us Buck.” Eddie says as he hands over the harness to his captain. He lets out another humorless laugh. “I’ve not had you since the bombing. I thought you were my best friend. But friends don’t call each other exhausting or shove them around. Family doesn’t belittle anything that’s ever happened to a member of said family.” Eddie looks guilty at his words. “Captain Nash, I used to think of you as a father figure. Now, I see that your no better than my own damn father who didn’t give a single shit about me. In a way this is your fault. You chose to lie to me about what happened. So, the only way I saw to get back to my family was to fight for it. I turned down 7 million dollars to get back to my family. It was never even about the money. I just wanted you back.” He pauses to take a breath before continuing.
“I knew it wasn’t going to be easy and I accepted that you all would be mad at me. I just didn’t expect for it to last a few months and involve being assaulted. You chose to leave me as the man behind. At first, I was fine with it. I knew you didn’t trust me. I figured I’d need to earn your trust back, but you never gave me the chance. Then after a while it just started to hurt. You had taken away my ability to help people in a way I loved. I wasn’t being shot at or have the threat of getting blown up and I wasn’t in some active warzone halfway across the world.” Captain Nash had put on the harness as he was talking but never took his eyes of him.
“Please, let us make this right.” Captain Nash pleads with him, but he shakes his head resolved to do what he had come here.
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Athena’s phone goes off and he can see her struggle of whether to answer the phone or not. She answers it and her eyes widen. “It’s for you buck.” She says as she puts it on speaker. “Cariño talk to me.” The voice on the other end sounds concerned and slightly out of breath. He swallows around the forming lump in his throat. “Lu I-” His words are cut off as a shiver wracks through him. “I’m coming Cariño, don’t do anything stupid until I get there alright.” The voice says and he nods. “Alright.” The person on the phone lets out a breath before hanging up the phone. His jeep then comes into view before a figure in military fatigues is jumping out of the vehicle. The figure rushes over to where he and the others are at. “Move.” The figure demands grabbing onto Buck.
“I’m here, Cariño. Can you make it back over the railing?” The figure asks and he shakes his head. His body was starting to shake from exhaustion. The previous 24-hour shift and how ever long he was up here finally catch up to him. “Okay, can someone get me a harness?” The figure asks and Captain Nash hesitates, but Eddie follows through with the orders. “I’m a firefighter with the 126 and I used to be apart of BFD. I’m certified Captain and I’m not letting any of you touch him.” The figure snaps and keeps one hand on Buck as Eddie helps put the harness on. “Okay, Cariño. I need you to turn around slowly for me. Can you do that?” The figure asks and he nods turning around slowly. His foot slips and he can feel the figure’s, no his husband’s, grip tighten on him. “It’s okay, Lu.” He says lifting his arms a little so his husband can get his arms around him. He tries to help lift himself, but his husband tells him to relax so he does. Once over the edge arms wrap around him fully and he breathes in his husband. He flinches away from any other hands. “No! Don’t touch me!” He cries pushing closer to his husband startling the person reaching for him and the hands are drawn back quickly.
“I need to check him over.” Hen says eyeing Buck with worry, but his husband shakes his head. “I’m dual certified as a paramedic and firefighter. I also have some military medic training. Based on what I’ve observed he’s just dehydrated and exhausted.” His husband says running a hand up and down his back. He can her Hen move not arguing but Captain Nash and Eddie protest with Eddie trying to figure out the relationship between him and his husband. “Who are you?” Eddie asks defensively the anger clear in his voice. He flinches at the tone whimpering softly into his husband’s chest despite being almost the same height with his husband being 2 inches shorter. “My name is Luca. I’m Buck’s husband and I need you to back off. You aren’t helping.” His husband says and he finds his hands gripping his shirt tighter. He hears Hen come back and set something down before he hears his husbands voice in his ear. “I need to start an IV, but I need to get you into the Ambulance first. I’m not going anywhere.” He’s brought to a sense of panic at his husband’s words, but he nods his head in understanding.
He would have to go to the hospital. His breakdown would come much later. When he was finally alone with his husband and away from everybody else. “Can you walk?” He shakes his head and can’t help a small smile at his husband’s fond sigh. “You’re going to make me carry your 6’2 self over my shoulder.” He nods in response and his husband gets to his feet with him still clinging to him, but his legs go around his waist.
The others don’t comment on what they are witnessing and he’s glad. He didn’t need anymore “teasing” from them right now. He feels his husband climb into the ambulance and sit down on the gurney. “Can the paramedic hook you up to an IV?” He nods again sticking his arm out for Hen. She’s careful where she touches him only in places that are necessary to get the IV in. He closes his eyes and settles back against his husband.
The ride to the hospital was silent and filled with tension. He puts up a fight when they try to separate him from Luca. Enough that they have to sedate him. He fights the sedative for as long as he can his husband’s worried face the last thing he sees before finally succumbing to the sedative. He knew his husband would be there when he awoke or at least he hoped and that this was not all some dream.
I see these posts with, like, 200 or 300 thousand notes, you know the ones that are just pictures with no comments, and I really want to reblog it with a really inappropriate comment.
