“Hey,” Eddie kept his voice quiet as he sat down beside you in the locker room. Everyone was quiet, rarely, and nobody dared to break the fragile atmosphere that had been created. “How’re you holding up?”

It had been an awful shift, probably one of the worst Eddie had been through in his time at the 118. A shift full of traumas and severe, gruesome casualties, and far too many deaths.

So now everyone was both keeping to themselves to recharge before heading home, but also checking up on their teammates.

Eddie had beelined straight to you. If anyone could get you to talk, he could. And he also found that just being around you was comforting for him, and Lord did he need comfort right now.