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30 for CRANBERRY 🦮:

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It takes longer than Buck would like to make it to the hospital. It’s further away. Not their usual destination when someone is hurt. Apparently they were at a call at an old property, some sort of farm, on the outskirts of the city. Pretty fucking random that the 118 got called there.

When he arrives, finds a spot to park, and gets Cranberry out of the car, he finds himself practically jogging to find them. Which is slightly uncomfortable for him, he will admit. For anyone else, he wouldn’t bring Cranberry. He’d have left her home and dealt with it. Hospitals can be complicated with dogs. But if Eddie is upset, he’ll want her to be there. He’d never say it, but he’s grown pretty attached to her. They spend a lot of time together these days.

“Bobby!” Buck calls, when he sees his old captain in the ER waiting room. It looks as though he’s waiting around, and everyone else has gone back to the station. Which means it must not be that bad.

Bobby turns to see him and looks relieved.

“He’s just being discharged. You’re right on time.”

“What happened?” Buck asks.

“Little boy fell down an old, out of use farm well. We had to drill down, and Eddie went in after him.” Bobby explains.

Buck frowns, thinking of the weather. “But all the rain…”

Bobby nods. “We thought we’d taken precautions against him ending up stuck. You can ask Eddie what he did to circumvent those."

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30 for ⚡️:

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Buck makes a little moan of complaint and clings to him.

“Buck,” Eddie rasps. “Move.”

“So comfy,” Buck complains.

“I might puke,” Eddie admits.

Buck rolls off of him like he’s on fire. Eddie sees how it is.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Mhm,” Eddie replies, peeling himself off the mattress to stumble towards the bathroom. “Still a little drunk.”

Buck yawns. “Me too maybe.”

Standing vertical without Buck on top of him, Eddie’s nausea subsides. He turns on the sink tap and drinks directly from it.

“We’re too old for this shit,” Eddie decides, trying to remember how many shots Ravi kept handing them last night. Someone should probably check on him. He might be seventy percent alcohol this morning. He’ll text Adriana later and tell her to get a big ass pack of Gatorade.

“Good thing it’s our only bachelor party ever,” Buck replies.

Eddie peaks out of the bathroom and sees Buck has turned the right way in the bed, head on the pillow, snuggled under the comforter. Eddie would very much like to rejoin him. He splashes some water on his face, pees, washes his hands and brushes his teeth, then searches his bags for a small bottle of Tylenol they packed for exactly this reason. He grabs two tablets, dry swallows one, and takes the other to Buck.

“Open up.” Edie instructs.

“That’s the worst way of asking for a blow job I’ve ever heard,” Buck replies without even opening his eyes.

Eddie sighs. “Fine. Have a headache, then.”

---

24 for 👑:

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He should have called in sick. He should have left them in a lurch, just this once. He has the staggering feeling that he’s blowing a rather important shot.

Work is fine. They meet the new captain, Bobby Nash. He seems okay enough. Friendly, confident, competent. He doesn’t look disappointed to see Hen or Chim in his station, and that’s more than Chim can say about a lot of the jack asses he’s under. He seems to pay them equal regard before they have a call, and on their first call, actually watches them work and appreciates it. Chim will take it. He hopes the guy actually sticks around.

Until the mid-afternoon, everything is just sort of okay. Chim wishes he wasn’t here, but that’s only because he has somewhere he’d rather be. It’s his own damn fault.

Things take a bit of a change during some downtime. With their chores done, and not much going on - which will surely change as the night progresses and parties wind up - Hen and Chim take some time to sit and chat at the kitchen table over a coffee. He tells her all about running into Maddie at the bakery. The egg tart, the conversation, the party invites. All of it.

“Wow,” Hen says. “You really like her.”

“I really do,” Chim says. “Is that crazy? I barely know her.”

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27 for 🩸:

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Eddie rolls his eyes. But she’s right. He does feel that pressing need. He’s not sure how much of it is a natural calling, something to chase, or how much of it is a lifetime of conditioning. If he did something purely selfish, would he find that he likes it? Or would he be miserable?

“Maybe there’s something,” he shrugs.

There’s always the hot vampire trophy wife lifestyle to fall back on, as per Buck.

“You’ll figure it out,” May assures him confidently. “You’ve literally figured out way harder shit.”

“I guess that’s true,” Eddie admits.

“Maybe like a telehealth sort of thing,” she continues. “You’re not a nurse but you’ve got a lot of knowledge.”

That’s not a bad idea.

“Guess I’d have to look at the requirements.”

“Worth investigating,” May smiles.

Eddie takes a sip of his tea and begins Googling.

It’s not just work he’s been thinking about. He’s taken all of her advice to heart. Hobbies, and all that. Finding things to look forward to that are just for him. He doesn’t want to be lonely and dependent on his family to come home to feel any joy. So he’s going to take May’s advice and run with it.

One thing he thinks he’ll try is getting back into reading. He did it a decent amount as a teenager, before baseball and then Shannon took over his brain. With Sophia working at the library, she can pretty much bring him home whatever he needs, like she does for Chris. He certainly has the time for longer, more developed series.

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27 for 🔮:

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He sits cross legged on the church floor in front of Bobby. Like a dog, keeping vigil. Normally, this would be uncomfortable for him. Beyond the hard stone flooring, this position irks at the old wound in his leg. But, adding to his suspicion that this is just a coma dream, his leg doesn’t bother him at all.

Although, what sort of coma allows insight to someone else’s memories?

To be fair, in his first coma dream, he could see Bobby, too. Hadn’t that been real? Bobby praying with his rosary beads. Buck doesn’t understand it, but he knows what he’s experienced.

The whole church part of this funeral seems to go on forever. It’s longer than any funeral service Buck has ever attended. After what feels like a lecture on Bobby’s father paired with Biblical references, they move on to the Jesus cracker thing that Buck doesn’t really understand, and has never wanted to ask Bobby or Eddie about. Bobby walks up to eat one of the wafers. He repeats the prayers that feature some sort of call and response mechanism. He participates. He moves through it all as though by muscle memory. But his eyes are dead. He isn’t really there. This might not be the Bobby that Buck knows, but he knows his Bobby enough to know this distance.

Things end with a choir singing. At this point, Bobby’s older brother softens. Cries, despite his clear anger. His mother weeps, too. Bobby remains frozen. Buck sort of wants to shake him.

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33 for 🚨:

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The best he has are the people around him and his gut. Which, he thinks, are good resources.

“You have to trust yourself,” Bobby tells him. “You make better decisions than you give yourself credit for.”

So when Hen comes to them with an idea, a suggestion, Eddie tries to trust himself. He tries to listen to the instinct that has somehow steered him right lately.

“If things get worse, Karen’s work is going to send her home.” Hen explains to Eddie, Chim, and Buck. “Upper management has discussed it already, and they’ll be transitioning as much as they can to remote.”

“That makes sense,” Chim says.

“Denny’s school is already discussing shut downs, too. Moving to online learning.”

“Christopher’s too,” Eddie nods.

“Not all of us have that option,” Chimney says. “We can’t just stay home.”

“No,” Hen agrees. “But we can keep our families safe.”

Everyone looks at her.

“Eddie,” Hen takes a deep breath. “Christopher is at a heightened risk. Chim, Maddie is definitely at a heightened risk.”

“I know,” Chim looks at the ground. Buck pats his shoulder comfortingly.

“Christopher could stay with Karen,” Hen says.

Eddie goes rigid. “What?”

“If we all stay at your house, and Christopher goes to Karen, then all our families are out of the worst of harm’s way,” Hen explains. “I know it’s a lot to ask you. I know you don’t want to be separated from Chris. But I can’t think of a better solution that protects everyone we love.”

What she’s suggesting settles over Eddie like a spot of light through a thick cloud. She’s right. He knows she’s right.

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27 for 💐:

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“Resident Advisor,” May says. “There’s two of us. We’re responsible for, like, student life on our floor. If one of the freshmen needs help or something, we’re there. We do get togethers and stuff.”

“Oh,” Buck says. “Well, that’s nice of you.”

“Not really. It’s free living. It’s a good deal.” May explains. “That’s why I did it.”

“Right. Altruism doesn’t pay the bills.” Buck nods.

“So the other girl?” Hen asks. “That’s who you’re avoiding.”

May nods. “We share a little unit and she’s in three of my classes. I cannot escape her.”

“Well, what’s wrong with her?” Hen asks.

“Oh, everything,” May answers. Completely objectively with no drama or exaggeration. “She’s the worst. She’s, like, if I was going to have a nemesis.”

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