After Buck was crushed by the ladder truck and couldn’t go to work for a couple months, Buck was starting to get restless. He could barely sleep, he was paranoid, and he was anxious all the time. It didn’t help that he had a literal blood clot in his lung and was put on blood thinners. After a while he couldn’t stand it anymore, he looked online for a solution, but all that came up was drugs. Not just weed, but hard drugs. Buck was desperate. He bought some of the power and he took it. He immediately felt better. (Drugs are bad. DON’T DO DRUGS!)

On a shift, he was stressed out and couldn’t deal with it. He was shaky and needed his drugs. He made sure no one was around and went to the bathroom. He pulled his drugs out and took some, but the drug’s effects overtook him and he didn’t hear the door open behind him.