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Buck stumbled to the side, not even trying to move his injured arm yet as he used his other to rip off his helmet and mask. His hair was stuck to his forehead, damp with sweat, so he was quick to push his curls back. It was hard to focus on anything other than the fact that his shoulder currently felt like molten lava, but he glanced around the scene to make sure everyone else was out okay as the building started to give up completely. They were. Evidently, he had been the last one out.
"You alright, Buck?" Eddie asked, his sudden appearance at Buck's side startling him just slightly.
"You got a sixth sense or something?" Buck shot back with a grin that he couldn't help. His playful tone just earned him an eye roll.
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Buck gets hurt, Eddie fixes him up.
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- Part 12 of whumptober 2025
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That shut Ravi up, but Buck gave Eddie a scowl. "I am not off my game. Picking up extra shifts doesn't mean I'm not sleeping."
He hadn't been sleeping, but none of them needed to know that. He just couldn't bear the nightmares. Every time he fell asleep, he was right back at that lab, watching his loved ones die. It wasn't always Bobby, sometimes it was one of the others on the 118. Sometimes it was even more irrational, with Maddie or Christopher behind that glass. It was only when he passed out from sheer exhaustion that his subconscious stopped torturing him.
"I think he said that because of those bags under your eyes, Buckaroo," Hen said, tone a little more gentle than it usually would be. "You do look pretty tired."
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Buck can't sleep, despite how exhausted he is.
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- Part 11 of whumptober 2025
- Part 5 of bad things happen bingo
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"I have had worse," Eddie acknowledged. "I just…" His lips twitched in a wry grin that somehow just made Buck more nervous. "I had a dream the other night, one where I died on shift. Some people would take that as a sign."
"You don't believe in signs," Buck countered, feeling like his ribs were about to crack from the sheer effort of holding in his panic. He felt claustrophobic suddenly. He needed them both out of this fucking wreckage, needed Eddie to stop talking like this.
"You told me once that the universe was screaming at me." Eddie opened his eyes, tilting his head a little to look at Buck. There was something so achingly intense mixed with the pain in those brown eyes that Buck loved.
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When an apartment building partially collapses with Buck and Eddie inside, Buck has to keep his best friend alive.
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- Part 10 of whumptober 2025
- Part 4 of bad things happen bingo
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Eddie resisted the urge to huff like a pouty child. "I'm telling you Hen, something is off with that guy. I don't trust him."
Hen's expression softened from amused to sympathetic and a little sad. "Buck seems happy," she murmured gently, and Eddie's shoulders slumped. "I'm sure that hurts, but we both know he deserves it."
"Of course he does," Eddie retorted, sounding a little too defensive even to his own ears. "I just…" But he didn't have anything to say, because he didn't really have any reason to dislike Callan. It was just a gut feeling, but no one else seemed to be feeling the same way. Eddie knew his family well enough to be able to tell if anyone was feeling off, but they were all welcoming the man in and laughing at his (stupid) jokes while Buck looked at him like he hung the damn moon.
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Eddie has a bad feeling about Buck's boyfriend, but everyone thinks he's just jealous.
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- Part 9 of whumptober 2025
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Despite that, everyone seemed to be settling into this new normal like things were going to be okay.
They weren't. They couldn't be.
Buck sighed softly through his nose and swallowed another mouthful of the shitty vodka, pulling a face at the taste. He didn't care, though. The goal wasn't to have a good time, the goal was to shut his mind up and be able to sleep without dreaming. Sleep had been unbearable since the lab. Some nights, it was nightmares and losing Bobby all over again, or the entire team. But worse were the good dreams, the memories of his found family before it was broken.
Almost three months ago, he'd gone for drinks after a shift with Ravi to celebrate a good save. That night was the first decent sleep he'd had in a long time. No dreams. Plus, those few hours of being drunk had felt good in a way not much else had lately. Over time, the habit of just a couple shots to get to sleep had progressed to Buck getting fairly drunk a few days a week.
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Bobby's dead and Buck finds himself searching for peace at the bottom of bottles of liquor.
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- Part 8 of whumptober 2025