(base on a dream I had. I DONT KNOW WHY).

There was a gang that took a family hostage. The 118 and the police went out to the house across the street. One the gang came out, Buck and Eddie ran out. (For some reason I was Buck, so just keep in mind YOU’RE BUCK).

“Eddie! Wait!” Buck ran after him as he ran into the street. The gang looked at him and shot him twice in the chest. The bullets went right through him and he fell to the ground.

“NO!” EDDIE—,” Buck ran to him. He dropped to his knees and picked him up. He didn’t even care about the gang in front of him. The gang also didn’t seem to care about Buck either and just kept doing their thing, ignoring him.

“Eddie, Eddie. It’s okay.. shh shhh,” Buck held him close. His blood covered him, but he didn’t care. He just wanted him to be safe.

Buck took him and crawled backwards on the ground get further away from the gang. Buck turned to the 118 how was rushing out the door to them. Buck held Eddie tightly in his arms and cooed him.

“Shh shh, it’s okay, baby-,” Buck stopped himself at the nickname, but he shook it off.

“It’ll be okay, Baby, it’s okay,” He held her close as the police ran past them and handcuffed the gang.

Buck was covered in his blood, but he didn’t care.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Buck held Eddie body impossibly close to himself. He closed his eyes and rocked him.