Eddie was in the bay working on the truck. He was using a saw and he was sawing some wood for Bobby. He had no clue why, but he knew better than to ask or say no to Bobby when he asked you to do something. Eddie was sweating and his hands were getting a little bit slippery.

Eddie kept sawing and sawing then it happened- his hand slipped. He gasped as he saw ripped right through his flesh on his arm. Eddie yelped and bit his lip.

“Fuck.. Sh- fuck.. fuck—,” Eddie looked down as saw the blood pouring out. It was deep and the cut was jagged. He sniffled and quickly rushed off towards the loft. He ran up the stairs to the 118. He walked over to the seating area and he held his bleeding arm.

“I fucking cut my a- arm.. ow.. shit.. help,” Eddie whined as he looked at them. They giggled. Eddie was confused, why were they laughing?

“Haha, nice try, Diaz. That’s obviously fake blood,” Buck teased, while Chimney, and Bobby agreed. Hen on the other hand… she wasn’t so sure this was a ‘prank’.