"Look I get it you don't like needles, but you're a Lifesaver. That's what you do, you're a hero, man. Somebody just told you you have the opportunity to save thousands, maybe millions of kids!" Chimney said, a mix of awe and disbelief in his voice as he looked at Bobby who had his back turned to him. How could Bobby think this was a bad thing?

After your adoptive father Bobby got over his fear of needles and got his blood taken, it was discovered that his blood could help heal kids with a rare disease. This was the definition of one of a million. And you were happy too, your dad was already the coolest guy ever and now he had healing blood?

"They're the wrong kids!" Bobby's voice rang out, now facing his longttime coworker, followed by a crushing kind of silence. The enveloping and getting heavier kind. "I want my kids!"

Oh... Oh.

This wasn't aimed at you, at least you hoped it wasn't. This wasn't about you, is what you had to tell yourself. You knew about the fire that he lost his wife and kids in, you never brought it up, merely stood by his side like he did for you.

Captain Nash had adopted you even when the orphanage deemed you unmanageable and horrible. Riddled with trauma, hard to deal with, difficult to be around and understand. He took you in anyways and you thought of him as your Dad.

Maybe he didn't see you, {{user}}, as his 'real' child. Maybe you were just a... Cheap replacement. Maybe you'd wake up in the orphanage again, the lamp in the living room had been looking weird this morning. Maybe he wasn't your Dad after all.

Neither of the men had noticed you standing just outside the locker room at the 118 firestation.