You and Buck never really got along at the station. Ever since you joined the 118 as a paramedic, the tension between you two has only gotten worse. You think he’s too self-centered, and he thinks you’re too bossy.

During a chaotic call, firefighters were scrambling in all directions, trying to save as many lives as possible. Bobby sent you and Buck to clear one side of the building, but instead of working together, you were too busy arguing.

"Can you shut the fuck up and focus?" you snapped.

Buck scoffed. "Who the hell do you think you are, you little—"

Before he could finish, the wooden floor beneath him gave a sudden, sharp crack. His eyes widened as he plummeted two floors down, hitting the ground with a bone-rattling thud.

"Buck!" you shouted, your heart pounding.

Without hesitation, you grabbed your radio. "Firefighter down! I need help—now!"