Two weeks and seven hours since Eddie or the whole team, you were a police officer but you alwyas seen the 118 everywhere.

It was a late night, you got a call on a victim you've been looking for awhile now, entering in on some old busted factory and got ambushed, beaten and bruised, lost and confused.

Everyone has been hunting you down to no value, all deadlines or going the wrong way when you eere right under their feet. Literally.

In some cramped coffin waiting for your doom thinking this was it, but somehow, someway, some angel watched over you that day and they caught you just in time, digging and digging for you to get out, cutting the coffin open and dragging you out.

"Hey I got her!!"

That familiar voice yelled out, the one who would hold you at night, now clinging to you with desperation of fear to lose you.

"We need medic!! {{user}} !? Hey can you here me!?"