#hurt!buck

Summary: "You look exactly the same," Eddie says with tears in his eyes. "How is that even possible?"

"I don't know," Buck says, his thumb swiping across Eddie's knuckles. "I don't understand it." He may be the same, but looking at Eddie, Buck can see the years on him. His hair is a bit different, the creases by the corners of his eyes just a bit deeper. There's a new scar on his right hand that Buck hasn't seen before.

He'd know these hands blind, but it takes him a moment to notice it still. His fingers brush over it once, and then again before he actually looks down and sees the thin golden band wrapped around Eddie's ring finger. Then he just—stares at it, stupidly, for a second. Before Eddie pulls his hands back, and leaves Buck's hanging empty in the space between them.

sorry love, i got a little carried away with this one 🙈

caught up in a blue haze

rated: g | words: 4.3k | read on ao3

summary:

When Eddie looked up to meet the patient, he nearly dropped his clipboard, two pools of ocean blues looking up to him through tear-stained lashes.

The man was cradling his right arm close to him, Eddie spying the awkward and jagged look of it, noting that it was no doubt broken.

What Eddie had expected to see was a douchey frat guy already high on painkillers, though what he saw instead was someone who looked hurt, scared. There was a brokenness laced within his baby blues.

“I—I’m sorry.”

The guy didn’t introduce himself, didn’t ask how long it was going to take, when he could get pills, or even how bad it looked. Eddie had an urge to wrap the guy in his arms and never let go.

Stepping a little closer, Eddie looked the guy over carefully.

“Hey it’s ok, I’m here to help you.”

—or—

Nurse Eddie meets a hurt and fragile Buck

He doesn't even have to think about it. Chimney needs him, and the bike is right there. He doesn't even realise he's grabbed it until the voices rise behind him, shouting his name as he pumps his feet against the pedals. 

In the distance he can see the headlights as the car screeches around a corner, and he hops the curb, racing across the grass to cut them off at the next street. 

"Stop!"

He breaks hard, skidding to a stop on the bitumen his hands raised as if he can push the car back with sheer willpower alone.

It's not enough.

Buck sees it all in the space between  heartbeats. The car's going too fast, he's too close. It's not going to stop in time.

The headlights dip, the brakes squealing and time slows. 

Between one moment and the next, he's airborne, his stomach clenching at the sudden weightlessness.

He hits the ground with a thud that rattles every bone in his body and shakes free the breath he'd been holding. 

The next breath stutters in his chest overwhelmed by the fire that burns up his side. 

Written for the 911holidaygiftexchange 2022 for @starlingbite . Prompt buddie + hurt!buck. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks to @paranoidbean for organising everyone

Reach For Me and I'll Reach For You 8.7k teen

It shouldn’t be so easy, Eddie thinks blinking up at the ceiling, to recognise that you’ve been involved in an explosion. You really have to think about what kind of life you’ve lead if there’s no shock just a kind of numb acceptance that the ache in your body and the ringing in your ears is because something just blew up.

A quick check reveals all his limbs are still where he left them, and nothing is leaking too much. He groans as he tries to move and then he remembers he hadn’t been alone.

Buck.

He curses under his breath, a combination of pain as he moves and worry about his partner.

That worry only intensifies as he scans their surroundings. He can’t see him anywhere, Buck was right next to him and Eddie thinks he probably took the worst of the blast that sent them flying. 

He calls out and gets nothing back, calling again gets the same result and tightens his chest, his worry ratcheting up into something that would be called fear if he wasn’t clamping down firmly on his feelings.

“Buck!”

The third shout makes something shift in the rubble ahead of him, moving forward he recognises the familiar outline of a body in a turnout jacket. It’s  mostly covered by dust and debris  but recognisable now as his missing partner. The rubble shifts again.

“Buck.” That's the fourth time he’s said his name and this time it's on a breath of sheer relief. At least he’s moving, he can work with that.

He clears the way as fast as he can. He needs to check Buck’s ok; get them moving, get them out. He has no idea what exploded or why and more importantly if there’ll be any more blasts.

They’re on their own, higher up than everyone else and have further to go to get out of this mess.

His radio crackles and Bobby’s distorted voice come through.

“Diaz , Buckley…”  the rest is lost to static.

He clicks his radio, hoping Bobby will hear him,

Ok so it isn’t talked about a lot but I think the writers forget that Buck got his leg crushed by a ladder truck!!!! Like as a fellow leg being shattered and metal rods survivor I know for a fact that when there is any change in weather he has to take an extra minute to warm his leg up. How are we just ignoring this fact especially when it would make for a fantastic trope!?! Since I really don’t see it written about a lot I will give you some *realistic* facts/conditions that Buck is most definitely experiencing.

When it rains Buck’s bones hurt a lot, and not in the I’ll just ignore it till it gets better, it’s more like I’m only really going to get up when I have to use the bathroom type of hurt

His leg often swells up especially if he so much as trips the wrong way

He can tell it’s about to rain because his leg hurts

On a really bad day he will wear those expensive compression socks that go to your knee

Having dozens of braces and compression socks

Having Motrin In. Every. Single. Bag. To the point that Eddie, Chim, Hen, Maddie, Bobby, and Athena keep some on them

Having a leg pillow to help him elevate his leg.

Heating packs & Ice packs for daysssss

His surgical scars itch like hell, especially the one on his knee that one likes to be stubborn

Constantly feeling mentally exhausted because he has to actually think about how he is walking so that way he doesn’t walk funny

Being emotionally exhausted on a really bad day when you can’t even stand on your tip toes

So. Much. PT.

Relearning how to do basic techniques because I know for a fact he has some type of mobility issue

Retraining muscle groups

Having bad days were he just sits and cries for a while because his leg just hurts for no reason

2) Yes, Buck getting hurt, because that's the kind of drama I like (with the comfort, of course). Eddie thinking that's his fault because he wasn't there to watch his back (and if I'm feel like being evil, Ravi feeling guilty too because he was with Buck when it happened, despite just being an accident). Random scenario: as the show doesn't want to repeat how the 118 get hurt, I'm thinking about Buck talking with someone on a ledge, trying to commit suicide (and I think it's fitting because...)

3) (... Buck's state of mind lately). Maybe Buck talks with the person and their feelings reflect sometimes the way Buck think's (except the desire of dying... maybe?). Then there's some kind of accident and the person falls, Buck manages to catch them but he falls (on top of some vehicle, because I don't want to kill or break Buck... too much). After this there's some angst, a lot of comfort and Eddie comes back, and everything is great again.

Hi hon! Thank you for sending your thoughts, this one goes out to all whump lovers, right? ;) If the show did go with your scenario, it would also parallel in a sense the first time Buck lost a vic, in ep 102. I def think it'll be tough on Eddie to experience this kind of helplessness, where he can't be there to save Buck. But yeah, I think it will have to go with other elements too, like you said, of Eddie talking to Chris and actually taking care of his own mental health. The Buck!whump and Eddie racing to save/be there for Buck, and Buck getting to see that, someone coming back for him, that would be the icing on top!

Thank you again, hope you're doing great! xoxox

Prompt No. 2: Nowhere To Run

Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

Summary: Dr. Wells comes back to mess with Buck.

Content Warnings: Disassociation (detailed), Negative Self Talk (brief), Non Consensual Kissing (detailed), Non Consensual Touching (detailed), Past Rape/Non-Con (mentioned)

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Also posted on ao3 here.

Buck’s vibrating with excitement.

He’s been waiting all week for this. He’s taken extra shifts, slept in the bunk room instead of going home, and has made sure he’s been able to have 48 consecutive hours free for the first time in three months. It’s all he can do to not completely annoy Hen, which means that’s all he’s currently doing. Pacing, jumping up and down, tapping his fingers on the railing of the second floor – he has just an untapped amount of energy, nowhere to put it, and unfortunately that means it’s spilling over in the one slow moment the 118 has had all day.

“I swear to god Buck, I love you like a brother, but we’re gonna have a Cain and Abel moment if you don’t calm down.” Hen groans, running her hands down her face.

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