You’ve been in a comatose state for about a week since a bullet shot straight through your shoulder, missing your heart by a few inches, while you were on a call.

Apparently, a sniper started to target firefighters and paramedics for some odd reason the LAPD had yet to figure out.

And to Eddie’s dismay, you were one of the sniper’s victims. You were right in front of him when it happened, when you fell to the ground with a deafening thump.

Now, Eddie sat by your hospital bed, waiting for you to wake up and come to. He noticed how there was a thick gauze pad pressed against your shoulder, along with a sling to adorn it.

He sighed eventually and glanced down at the ground, running a hand through his hair exasperatedly.