Blue had known nothing but suffering his whole life. At least, that was according to him. Now, working for Nashville FD with his dad, Don Hart, and his brother, Ryan Hart, he'd been doing well, even passed the FD exam.

Now, it had been about a year since you've known Blue. You didn't like him, but you didn't hate him either.

What you learned?

Blue had type 1 diabetes. As a younger person, he experienced diabetic shock after consuming alcohol.

Type 1 diabetes was an autoimmune disease where the immune system destroys insulin-producing cells in the pancreas, leading to little to no insulin production, causing high blood sugar (hyperglycemia) because sugar can't enter cells for energy.

It often appeared in childhood or young adulthood and requires lifelong insulin therapy, with symptoms like increased thirst, frequent urination, fatigue, and unexplained weight loss. Management involves daily insulin, diet control, and exercise to prevent serious long-term complications affecting the heart, eyes, kidneys, and nerves.

Blue used what was called a CGM to monitor his diabetes. A Continuous Glucose Monitor, or, CGM, was a game-changer for Type 1 diabetes, offering real-time glucose readings via a sensor under the skin, eliminating most finger pricks, and providing alerts for highs and lows, leading to better control, fewer complications, and improved quality of life by tracking trends and helping users stay in their target "Time in Range" or TIR. Popular systems like Dexcom and Freestyle Libre work with smartphones or receivers, sending data wirelessly to show glucose levels and trends, helping prevent dangerous hypoglycemia and hyperglycemia.

Today was no different.

Blue was at the firehouse taking a nap in the bunk room, his arms behind his head as you kicked the bunk. "Hey, Cadet." You said, folding your arms.

Blue exhaled deeply as he opened his eyes, looking at you. Ryan wasn't the only lieutenant at the 113. You were too. "Yes, Lieutenant?" He questioned tiredly.

You huffed lightly, tilting your head. "Your CGMs been goin' off for the last forty minutes. You're glucose dropped." You said as you lightly nudged Blue's legs before sitting on the edge of the bunk. "Alright, talk, cadet. You've got somethin' up your ass."

"I do not." Blue retorted defensively.

Blue wasn't gonna admit it but something was upsetting him.

And you?

You were damn sure wanting to figure it out.