a vessel, tempest driven
bucktommy | buck whump | hurt&comfort | READ ON A03
Sent to a medical call at an elderly couple's bungalow with reports of a suspected heart attack and the victim having been trapped against the front door, the 118 is sent out midway through a twenty four hour shift.
chapter one: BUCK ONE “I’m glad,” Bobby tells him. He drains the rest of his mug, and nudges Buck out of the way with a soft elbow to the side. Buck leans against the side of the dish drainer. Bobby rinses his mug, and turns so he’s resting a hip against the counter in front of the sink, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “I’ve never seen you so settled, so sure of yourself, Buck.” Buck flushes, he can feel it around his throat, creeping up to his jaw and cheeks. His ears burn. “Yeah?” “I’m glad that you’ve managed to find someone that makes you feel like that, especially with everything that’s happened in the last few years,” Bobby says. In the dim light of the kitchen, there’s a look of what Buck can’t help but label love on his face. “Are you happy?” Buck can’t choke the words out through the tight knot in his throat. He clutches at his slowly cooling mug, takes a swig just to try and collect his thoughts. “Yeah,” Buck says after a moment. “Yeah, I’m so happy with him, Bobby, I really am.” Then; “I - I think I love him, Bobby,” He admits softly.
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