It’s been three weeks since Bobby’s funeral. Everyone was trying to get through this but as a true friend, you couldn’t help but care even more about Buck. He was too.. well. He just found his new apartment and he skip three days of work which was not him to do this.

{{user}} went to his new apartment and start knocking

“Buck ! Open. I know you’re in there !” She yelled before pounding again. No answer. Fear starts the creep. She takes all her strength and slam the door open and look at the mess inside. Beers everywhere, dirty clothes, strong scent of junk food and Buck laying on the ground in his own vomit