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The firehouse was quiet for once. Dinner had been cleared away, the dishes washed and put back in their place. Hen had gone home hours ago, and Eddie was catching up on paperwork in the captain's office. Bobby had been nursing a cup of coffee in the common room, enjoying the rare stillness, when Ravi wandered in.
The younger firefighter looked tired. Not the bone-deep exhaustion of a rough shift, but something heavier. Something that sat in the hollow beneath his eyes and pulled at the corners of his mouth.
"Can't sleep?" Bobby asked, gesturing to the seat across from him.
Ravi hesitated, then sat. He wrapped his hands around a mug of tea that had long gone cold, staring into it like it held answers. "Just thinking."
"About?"
Ravi was quiet for a long moment. Bobby didn't push. He'd learned over the years that silence was sometimes the best invitation.
Finally, Ravi spoke, his voice low. "I got a call from my mom today. One of the kids from my old pediatric oncology unit—he passed away last night. He was sixteen."
Bobby set down his coffee. He didn't interrupt.
"I haven't thought about that place in a while," Ravi continued. "Not really. You kind of push it down, you know? You move on. You become a firefighter. You run into burning buildings. You pretend you're invincible."
His hands tightened around the mug. "But then something like this happens, and it all comes back."
Bobby leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "Can I ask what happened? When you were a kid?"
Ravi took a shaky breath. "I was diagnosed with stomach cancer when I was seven. Standard protocol—chemotherapy, radiation, the works. I was in and out of the hospital for two years. Lost my hair. Lost a lot of weight. Lost my entire childhood, basically."
He let out a bitter laugh. " I just layed there, puking my guts out, wondering if I was going to make it to my next birthday my entire childhood."
Bobby's chest tightened. He'd known Ravi was tough, had seen him run into danger without hesitation. But this—this was a different kind of strength.
"You made it," Bobby said quietly.
"I made it," Ravi agreed. "But some days I don't know why. I don't know why I got to grow up and that kid didn't. I don't know why I'm sitting here when there are so many who aren't."
His voice cracked on the last word, and he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to hold it together.
Bobby got up slowly, crossed the space between them, and sat down next to Ravi. He didn't touch him, didn't interrupt. He just sat there, solid and present, the way a captain should be.
"Do you want to know what I think?" Bobby asked after a while.
Ravi lowered his hands, his eyes red-rimmed. "Sure."
"I think you became a firefighter because you know exactly what it's like to be scared. To feel helpless. To wait for someone to save you." Bobby's voice was gentle, but firm. "And you decided you were going to be that person for other people. You decided that if you got to live, you were going to make it count."
Ravi stared at him, something raw and unguarded flickering across his face.
"You don't carry that guilt because you don't deserve to be here," Bobby continued. "You carry it because you have a good heart. And good hearts hurt when they see others suffering. That's not a weakness, Ravi. That's exactly what makes you a damn good firefighter."
A tear slipped down Ravi's cheek. He wiped it away quickly, embarrassed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to dump all this on you."
"Don't apologize," Bobby said. "That's what I'm here for. That's what this family is for."
Ravi let out a shaky breath, and some of the tension melted out of his shoulders. "Thanks, Cap."
"Anytime." Bobby gave him a firm, reassuring pat on the knee. "Now, go get some sleep. That's an order."
Ravi managed a small, genuine smile. "Yes, sir."
He stood, and Bobby watched him head toward the bunk room. At the door, Ravi paused and looked back.
"Cap?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad I ended up at the 118."
Bobby smiled. "Me too, kid. Me too"