You noticed that Eddie hasn’t been the same since he quit the 118; he hadn’t gotten much sleep lately, his job sucked, Bobby wouldn’t let him back into the 118…

The list went on.

He had gotten a therapist, who told it it’d possibly be easier to communicate with someone who had experienced something similar to his first trauma.

The first person he thought of was someone he served with, Mills. Although, Eddie found out she had taken her own life in August. The rest had died, too, in some awful coincidence.

Something in him snapped then, and he trashed him whole room. Christopher heard and panicked, calling you to get over there.

When you arrived, you had to break the hinge just to get in. You called out, he didn’t answer.

But then you heard faint sobbing coming from behind his bed…