ladies & gentlemen this is mambo no. 5

I haven't looked like this in a long time.

Heart Made of Glass

“Mr. Diaz!” The doctor said, holding her hand up as she stepped in front of him. “Mr. Buckley came in extremely confused. I know the restraints are upsetting–” “Upsetting?” Eddie spat out, two seconds away from shoving her out of his way.  “—But they're for his and our safety.” The doctor was quick to finish as if Eddie hadn’t said anything.  “Your safety?” Eddie demanded. “He was just tied up by some psycho couple out in the desert and you’re concerned about your safety?”

Things don't go as smoothly at the hospital as they should.

BTHB Prompt: Kind Restraints for BTHB Fics and @badthingshappenbingo

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“Buck!” Buck’s name exploded from Eddie’s lips like a shot. He elbowed the sheriff off him and limped forward like he wanted to break out into a run.  Buck’s stomach dropped to his feet as he watched the sheriff snarl at Eddie’s back before his face dropped into shock. He drew his gun back out of his holster and Buck wheezed in a breath to call out a warning that got trapped somewhere in his throat.  “Torres!” The sheriff snapped.  A grunt of pain rained down on Buck like pieces of rubble on his too raw skin before the sound of a body hit dirt and a unforgiving arm wrapped around his windpipe. 

Okay but what if Earl ended up using Buck as a human shield during the final showdown?

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Hi everyone, it's been awhile.

A friend of mine is posting this for me because I can't be on a computer at the moment. As many of you know, I've been dealing with a neurological problem since late September. It took me 3 months to see a neurologist -- that was in January -- and I finally had a treatment, which did not work. I'm on a second round of treatment, hoping for better results.

In the meantime, I'm about to run out of short-term disability at the end of March. My cousin has created a go fund me post in my behalf and what I would really appreciate is if you could share.

Thank you to those that can help and I understand if you cannot.

I miss you guys and I can't wait to be back on the site in the future.

ETA: Adding a PayPal option, if you have problems with the GoFundMe.

Paypal: please select personal and not goods and services.

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Hen stared after Buck before her worry drifted over to Eddie without ever looking away from the bedroom.  “He’s not talking?” She asked even though the answer was right there in her face. In all of their faces.  Eddie’s heart kicked against his ribs as he shook his head. “No. Not much anyway. Not if he doesn’t have to.” Hen’s expression went tight as she finally looked at him. “What do you mean not if he doesn’t have to?”

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He was upside down. Why was he upside down?  Why…

Ok but wouldn't it just be GREAT if Eddie was in and out of consciousness when Buck gets dragged out of the car?

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