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[leedongwook]

Under Pressure

My thoughts and wishes for 4x13 Buck and Eddie get both targeted by the shooter 

(Sorry this is not beta-read so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes hope you can still enjoy the fic :))

There‘s an annoying ringing in his ears and Buck really needs it to stop. He tries to move his head around but stops when he feels something hard and cold rub against his cheek. He feels cold and it’s dark.

Why was it dark? Wasn‘t it in the middle of the day? Right, his eyes are closed, but why? What has he been doing again?

Suddenly there are loud noises around him and Buck's getting even more annoyed that he can’t get his eyes to open. He wiggles his toes and moves his fingers. It takes a couple of more seconds, but he‘s finally able to open his eyes a bit.

The light is too bright and it blinds his eyes. He blinks again because his vision is still blurry.

He really needs to get up, he feels so cold. He awkwardly tries to shift his body, when a searing pain rips through his side and makes him stop moving. He hears someone groan and realizes it’s himself. His side is throbbing and he feels like throwing up.

What on earth had happened?

He drags his left arm downwards to his side and realizes something wet and sticky on the ground.

He notices the smell now. Is that blood?

"- uck!“

He moves again and the pain running through his side snaps his focus back and his eyes fly open. The sun is shining bright in the sky, he can see that now. It's May and it should be warm, but Buck can’t stop shaking.

"Hey, Buck! Don’t - don‘t move ok! Stay still.“

Buck turns his head towards the voice, he can hear clearly now. Still, a bit blurry, Eddie’s face comes into his view.

" Ed- die? What? Where 'r we?“

"Please Buck, don’t move. The shooter is still somewhere out there."

The shooter?

There’s a plopping sound right next to him and Eddie cries out.

Buck looks over to Eddie and only now realizes that Eddie is lying on the floor. Just like him.

Eddie’s breathing hard and he holds his right hand to his shoulder. It’s red and a small river of blood is trickling over his knuckles, down his arm. His sleeve is already tainted in red. Buck follows the red line on Eddie's arm and finds more blood on the floor.

Oh my god, Eddie’s been shot.

"Eddie, you are shot? Eddie!“

Eddie looks at him in pain, then slowly shuffles over to where Buck is lying. Buck tries to move too, but there’s this sharp pain in his side again and it takes his breath away. He starts coughing which causes his side to scream out in pain even more and it's really getting on his nerves.

"Buck, you need to breathe, please breathe. You need to put pressure on your side. Do you understand? Gah, Buck, please.“

Eddie’s got tears in his eyes and his head falls back onto the concrete in frustration.

"What? Why? Eddie, I don’t... I ...“

What does Eddie mean? Why does he need to put pressure on his side, it’s hurting him enough already.

He looks down on his body and almost has to throw up again when he sees his white shirt painted in red. His fingers crawl wander along on the concrete and he can feel the wetness on it. He moves then over to his side and he touches the places where the blood seems to come from.

He screams and doesn’t know how to breathe anymore. Ok, this doesn't look too good. Something's really wrong.

"Buck, calm down, please. Put pressure on your side, I think it’s a through, and through. You need to stop the bleeding. Come on, snap out of it.“

Eddie’s voice fades away and Buck sees dark spots dancing on the edges of his vision.

"I - I can’t, I can’t. Eds I'm sorry.“

He's breathing heavily now, face pressed against the concrete. The ground smells like blood and dirt and Buck gags.

"Please, you need to try. You need to stop the blood flow.“

Buck blinks his eyes open again and looks over to his friend who had rolled onto his side and still holds his own shoulder. His hands are redder than before and Eddie’s face looks pale and sweaty.

They need help. They need help now.

“HELP! PLEASE HELP!”

Buck screams or he thinks he does. His throat hurts and feels dry.

Buck feels himself fading and he knows he needs to put pressure on his wound. He can’t get himself to move around though, so he tries to get his hands under his side, to stop the bleeding.

He can’t get his hand under his hip, it hurts too much and so he just lets it flop down on the ground next to him.

He’s gonna die here, on the street, because he can’t help himself. What a firefighter he is.

He closes his eyes again and drifts for a few seconds.

Suddenly there’s pressure on his side, fingers digging into his wound and the increasing pain makes his eyes fly open again.

Eddie’s face is right in front of him now and he’s got tears running down his cheeks, dripping into the red sea of blood underneath them.

"Don’t you dare check out on me, Buck. Don’t you dare!"

Buck chuckles at that, it’s ironic, that he’s back at being hurt again, back at worrying people. It seems like it’s the only thing he can do.

He doesn’t want Eddie to worry again, doesn’t want to see him sad.

“Come on, Buck stay with me!”

Bucks lips feel numb and he wants to say so many things, but he’s just mumbling incoherent things. He can't think straight.

“-ot gonna leave you, Eds.”

Eddie pushes harder on his wound and he moans out loud again.

“You’re a good friend, Eds. Best friend. I love you.”

He slowly moves his fingers over to Eddie’s face and strokes gently at his cheek, leaving a bloody trail on it.

Buck feels like they’re lying here, on the street, for hours and nothing happens.

Eddie just looks at him with tired eyes. The pressure of Eddie’s hand on his side lessens and his fingers slowly slip away and Buck can see his friend closing his eyes. His hand falls off his own shoulder and comes to rest next to his head.

“Hey, you're not checking out on me either, Eds. You still owe me a revanche at the ps4 game, you cheater.”

“I - I don’t cheat Buckley, you’re just so bad in playing this game.”

They both chuckles, but Buck starts coughing and he tastes blood in his mouth.

“Sorry Buck, I'm sorry I can't - I can't ... anymore..."

Eddie’s hand slips from holding onto Bucks' side completely now and he can feel getting soaked with more blood. He’s not shivering anymore though, and he knows this is not a good sign.

“It’s ok Eddie, it’s ok, thank you for holding on.”

Eddie’s eyes close and his chest barely moves. Buck feels the darkness overcome him too when suddenly there’s movement around them.

“Buck!!!! Eddie !!!!! Wake up?! Come on stay with us!!! COME ON!!!”

Buck's eyes are barely open and he slowly lifts his hand towards Eddie.

Please, please, help him please! Help Eddie.

Someone grabs his arm and rubs a hand over his sternum to rouse him. He feels too heavy and tired though and lets darkness pull him under.

At least they can help Eddie now. They need to help Eddie.

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“You know, you could really open your eyes now, kid.”

Buck groans and moves his head around on the pillow. Why can’t he just sleep in for once? He’s not having a shift today, is he?

“You’re scaring us a bit there, Buck. Especially Eddie here is a bit of a nervous wreck, so if you please could open those blue eyes for us.”

Eddie? Why is Eddie worried? Isn’t he with Chris?

Buck becomes restless and tries to shake himself awake. He wiggles his toes which makes his hips move and then there’s this weird dull pain in his side that makes him stop moving.

He grips at the fabric of his bedsheets. They itch and feel cold.

His side throbs in pain again. Ok, something's not right.

He hears a whimper and realizes it’s him. He fights hard and peels his eyes open. It’s too bright and he can feel the sun shining on his face. His eyes roll around and he sees the white lights, white ceiling and the white blanket resting on his chest.

There’s a hand holding his arm.

“There you are, kid. How are you feeling?”

“Not my bed, Cap?!”

Bobby chuckles and squeezes at his arm.

“No Buck, not your bed, unfortunately.”

Buck groans and lets his head flop back onto the too hard pillow. He hates hospitals.

“Why am I in hospital, Bobby?”

Bobby’s face goes serious and Buck can see red lines under his eyes. He must have been worried too then.

“There was a shooter, who targeted LAFD members. Do you remember that?”

Buck swallows hard. He needs something to drink. He nods absently. He does remember the threats someone made. But he never thought they’d actually do this. Who would do this?

“You - you got shot. They hit you in your side. It was a through and through, thankfully no important organs but you lost so much blood because we couldn’t get to you sooner.”

Buck looks at Bobby and he can see the sorrow in his eyes.

“And Eddie.”

Hearing Eddie’s name Buck's mind starts to go into overload, pictures of the incident flashing before his eyes. The cold floor and blood, there was so much blood. Eddie’s bloody hands and tears.

Oh my god, Eddie was shot too.

Buck almost jumps out of his bed, but Bobby stops him. The injury on his side isn’t happy about his sudden movement and the pain increases immensely so he need needs to close his eyes for a bit and tries to steady his breathing. After some seconds Buck feels the pain subsiding a bit again.

Okay. Moving around is not a good idea at the moment. Noted.

He opens his eyes again and grabs at Bobby’s arm.

“Where is Eddie? Is he ok? Bobby, where is he?”

“Calm down, Buck. Eddie is alright. Look.”

Bobby moves his head towards the other side of Buck's bed and Buck's eyes follow it. Slumped, in a way too uncomfortable chair, is sitting Eddie. His head is resting on his chest. His breath comes out steady and he’s got a good color on his face. His shoulder is bandaged and in a sling.

“Also a through and through but the bullet knicked an artery. Thankfully he was able to stop the bleeding for a bit.”

Buck remembers how Eddie crawled over to him and put pressure on both of their wounds.

“He saved me. He - he rolled over to me and pushed on my wound. I wouldn’t be - I ...”

Buck's eyes swell up and tears run down his cheeks.

Bobby gently rubs at his shoulder.

“He did yeah. He didn’t let go.”

Eddie suddenly coughs and his eyes blink open. He looks around and his eyes land on Buck. He straightens his body and shuffles closer to the bed. He puts his hand on Bucks hand.

“Hey, you’re awake. It’s about damn time.”

Bobby lets go of Buck's shoulder and moves towards the door.

“I’m gonna call Maddie and let her know you’re awake. She’s going to want to see you.”

Buck nods and looks back at Eddie.

“Eds your shoulder. Are you ok?”

Eddie smiles and scratches at his head.

“I’ve had worse.”

Buck rolls his eyes but takes Eddie’s hand into his.

“Oh shut up, you been whining like a baby about your shoulder.”

Eddie laughs.

“Says the one who couldn't even stop his own bleeding huh.”

His friend's face turns sad though and tears spill into his eyes.

“I’m glad you’re ok, Buck. I'm so glad.”

Buck squeezes his hand gently.

“I’m glad you’re ok too. Thank you for not letting go, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles.

“Got your back. remember?!”

“Yeah.”

Buck feels tired again and leans back on his pillow. The movement jostles his wound again and pain flares up.

“Oh, man getting shot sucks.”

Eddie chuckles.

“Right? It does. But hey, Chim and Hen are gonna have to do our chores for the next couple of weeks while we can watch and order them around."

Buck laughs out loud.

“Yeah, that we can do.”

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