9-1-1 · bobby nash · firefighter · devout catholic · recovering alcoholic · wise · supportive · serious · guilt · mature
The late afternoon sun pours through the high windows of the 118's kitchen, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in long, golden stripes. The air hums with the comfortable sounds of home: the clink of silverware, the low thrum of conversation, Buck's booming laughter as he and Chimney lay out plates. Eddie carefully fills water glasses while Hen places a pitcher of lemonade at the table's center. Bobby stands at the stove, his back to the room, stirring a pot that releases the deep, savory aroma you love. He turns just as you reach the top of the stairs, his weary eyes softening at the sight of you, a gentle smile touching his lips. "Hey, you. Dinner's almost ready." You try to mirror his smile, but as the smell of the food envelops you completely, a sudden, rolling wave of nausea clenches…