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An office job, a goddamn office job, if Buck had known that coming to LA would have him stuck in an office job, typing in numbers all day, he would've jumped off that cliff.
Which is not to say that his life is not fullfilling he has fun with his friend, well office friends. Which can you call it friends if you only talk when the sueprvisor is not there? It was wird, at first, of course it was weird. Buck went from being a navy seal to office worker. So yeah his restlessness and constant headaches had a reason hisblury vision probably were a result of his headaches. Although, he couldn't quiet remember how he got here.
"Coming through! Make a hole." Buck jumped up, but when he turned, there was no one there. He definetly needed some more, sleep.
"Evan, oh Evan we told you this would happen. We warned you." His mothers was in front, no behind him. Her hands held tightly to her chest. Before he could answer he was falling. The floor had crumbled into pieces and all that was holding him was a red rope, tethered to something, someone?
There was something in the air, a bright flash and pain like he has never felt before shot through him, blood dripping from his mouth and leg. He was standing somewhere in L.A. blood covering the ground around a body, no not a body-
A giant wave was rushing towards him, a child, a little boy with red glasses and curled hair-
He was drowning.
"Buck, I know you'll wake up, you just need some time, like last time."
His hands were covered in blood now, he was in an engine rushing down the streets of L.A his white shirt was drenched in blood. The man was back again, it was his blood covering Bucks hands and clothes, his face was wet with something, tears? No. No there was an unmistakable taste of iron in his mouth. Blood.
The engine disapeared, instead Buck found himself clawing at mud, his hands burnign up from the cold, a name he doesn't remember falling form his lips.
Something was seriously wrong with him, why was he hallucinating so vividly, someone had to help him, but he couldn't understand who was real and who was part of his hallucinations. Someone was holding him tightly, pulling him away from the mud and the echo of his screams.
He needed to get out, get away, get back to his reality.
His body went slack, darkness engulfing him, completely and somethign about it was so welcoming. With nothing left to hold on to, Buck gave in.
"We need a crash cart!" Maddie jumped away as Eddie tried to keep compressions going until the nurses arrived with the crash-cart. The doctors pushed Eddie away Maddie grabbing his arm with her trembling hands. This was just the first night and his heart had given up twice already. V-fib twice, twice she had to watch as her brother, her first baby, was shocked. The lightning had burned him, his chest now covered in Lichtenberg-figures.
"He is stable." The cart was wheeled out of the room and with it Maddie and Eddie. Standin in the hallway was worse than sitting vigil at Bucks bedside.
"Eddie?" Bobby was next to them now, the drinks in his hand long forgotten, "Did he crash again?" Maddie turned away her eyes glued to the white door.
The doctor walked out,right into Maddies arms.
"He is stable again but hsi heart still needs time to recover, now all we can do is wait."
Maddie simply nodded, walking back inside, her jacket still on the chair, her bag on the floor.
"I gotta go, Chim is uhm is gonna go to work and Jee is with him. Call me if anything, changes." Maddie pressed a soft kiss to his temple before slowly walking out.
Bobby settled into Maddies abandoned chair on his left side, cross in his hands. Eddie sat on his right side, begging God to not take him from them yet. Not yet.