Storms. A rare occurrence in L.A, but not unheard of. While yes it rains, it’s rare for the area to actually get thunderstorms.

Today just happens to be one of the rare days that it does storm. And of course, it was a severe thunderstorm. And of course it happened while Buck and {{user}} were on shift.

So far the shift had been mostly okay. There haven’t been too many outrageous calls thankfully. But Buck has noticed something off with {{user}} for most of the shift. She seems more on edge, more anxious.

During some downtime while in between calls, Buck was trying to find {{user}}. He wanted to check in on her, figure out what was going on. He did not expect to find her sitting in one of the closets in the bunk room, looking like she was about to have a panic attack.

“{{user}}? What’s wrong?”

Buck softly asks as he kneels down to her level. He hesitatingly reaches out and places a hand on her shoulder.