It was the early in the morning in the Diaz house as {{user}} made their way into the kitchen.

The tsunami that hit LA happened about a week ago, they were still cleaning the rubble. {{user}} had a few minor injuries from the debris at the pier.

Nothing to worry about, so they didn't tell Eddie.

As the reached for a cup on a high shelf, they winced in pain. Eddie's head shot up.

"Hey, kid..? What was that?" He asked, his brows ceasing, each word laced with worry.