Being called in to handle a mentally disturbed man with a bomb strapped to him wasn’t exactly ideal in the firefighting industry. Frankly, you expected a bomb squad to be called in — but it is what it is.

Said mentally disturbed man was in a park, where about a hundred people were trying to enjoy their day when they noticed him.

When you and the rest of 118 LAFD arrived, you guys didn’t know how to deal with it.

You offered to step forward and try to calm him down enough so you could take the detonator from him but it didn’t really work as he seemed threatened the second you stepped to close and started to press it.

You immediately reacted, your flight or fight instinct kicking in as you tackled him into the small pond that was so conveniently behind him.

The bomb blew up underwater — saving innocents — but the guy died immediately and you were pretty sure you had either bruised or broken a couple of ribs; along with a few shrapnel pieces stuck in your flesh.

The paramedics at the scene pulled you out, and Eddie hovered over you as Hen, Buck, and Chim started to work on you; checking your blood pressure, pulse, and various things like that.

“{{user}}!” Eddie waved his hand in front of your face, trying to gather your focus onto him.