it’s funny ‘cause I’ve always dreamed of me and you
when eddie gets shot, the last thing he expects is to wake up in a reality where he was married to his best friend. he had a girlfriend, for crying out loud - how could he be married to buck?
or, after getting shot, eddie spends a day in an alternative reality where he is very happily married to buck, and has a it’s a wonderful life-esque experience.
Getting shot was about as fun as Eddie remembered it being. He could feel the bullet ripping through his shoulder, and the pain was excruciating – worse, than it had been the first time, because the first time adrenaline had been pumping through his body and he’d been fighting for his life; this time, Eddie had been entirely unprepared, and the shock of it felt like it was stopping his heart. He was hitting the floor, before he could fully process what happened, before he could fully process the fact that Buck was covered in Eddie’s blood and he’d just been shot, in the middle of a quiet LA street, and the chaos felt like background noise until –
“I got you, just hang on,” Buck’s voice was desperate, Eddie barely able to hold in a scream as his best friend grabbed his good arm, dragging Eddie across the concrete. It felt like the world was moving too quickly and too slowly all at once, time moving like treacle as Eddie felt himself get thrown around, Buck’s arms strong and familiar as they loaded him into the ladder truck, Buck’s hands the ones ripping his shirt open and trying to stem the bleeding.
“You just stay with me, okay?” Buck pleaded, and God, he was covered in blood. Why was he covered in blood?
Buck must be hurt. Right?
“Did you get hurt?” Eddie’s words sounded slurred to his own ears as he looked at Buck, confused. There – there couldn’t be another reason why Buck was covered in blood. He must have gotten shot too.
“No, no, no – I’m good,” Buck reassured. “You just hang on. Come on – come on!”
Buck sounded scared – that wasn’t good, Eddie decided. For all the ways Buck wore his heart on his sleeve, he was calm in a crisis, and if he wasn’t calm, it wasn’t good, Eddie decided. Maybe – maybe Eddie was dying.
“We’re just a few minutes away,” Buck reassured, his eyes bright with tears, gentle hands cupping Eddie’s face. “We’re so close, Eds, I just need you to hang on.”
Eddie wanted to hang on, really – he did. But he was so tired, and he was dizzy, and he knew that unconsciousness would bring reprieve from the pain he was feeling and he just –
They must have him on the good morphine, Eddie decided, because he didn’t think he was in any pain, as he slowly woke up. In fact – the hospital must have upgraded their sheets, since the last time he was there, because they were soft against his skin as he slowly woke.
There was someone else in Eddie’s bed.
That – that didn’t feel like it was in line with hospital policy, or COVID regulations. Slowly, Eddie opened his eyes, and very quickly realised he was not in hospital – no, he was in an unfamiliar house. Unfamiliar in that the layout of the bedroom was different, the shape and size were different to Eddie’s own – but familiar in that he could spot some of his own furniture; the chest of drawers, his abuela had given him, when he first moved to Los Angeles, the hands mismatching and the wood worn from years of being passed between members of the Diaz family.
Where – where the fuck was he?
And who the fuck was he in bed with?
Eddie – Eddie twisted, in the unfamiliar sheets, until he saw -
“Buck? ” Eddie couldn’t help the surprised gasp that left his mouth as he realised he was in bed, half naked, with his best friend.
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