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"someone call hr!"

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"RIGHT HERE, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT here!"

Lynn let out a loud laugh echo throughout the station when she saw how Buck and Hen were arguing like siblings. They were playing this new firefighter game Buck found at a garage sale, but only one person could play at at a time so it was often a fight for the controller.

"Evan, you do realize when I say LEFT you're supposed to turn left?" Lynn whined, pushing the boys shoulder playfully while she tried to grab the controller with the other hand.

"I'm trying!" Buck argued, pulling his body away from Lynn's grasp, but both Hen and Lynn shared an unamused glare as they saw Buck run over not one, not two, but three different people on the sidewalk.

"Jesus, remind me to never get in the truck when you're driving," Lynn stated with wide eyes, letting another round of chuckles leave her system.

"So, you're fleeing the scene?" Hen questioned, mostly because Buck didn't even hesitate to keep driving in the video game as he ran over the poor citizens. "You do realize that you lose points for murdering people on the way to a fire?"

"It should be fine," Buck explained, and then he pointed towards the small black television set. "It's a flesh wound. Obamacare."

"What!? You're making us lose points!" Lynn grumbled, and she had an itch to smack Buck upside the head for losing the valuable points Hen and her had already stacked up.

"Eve! Please..." Buck whined, but Lynn reached over his strong body to grip ahold of the controller in his right hand, but he just moved his slender arm even further away than before. "Someone call HR! No, Eve!"

Lynn grinned in victory when she was finally able to snatch the controller from Buck's grasp, but then her cheeks flushed red when she realized she had basically crawled on Buck's lap to get it. She quickly climbed back onto the couch futons they had moved to be closer to the screen, hoping no one would comment on it.

"Ridic...Chimney!" Hen exclaimed after seeing her friend pop up from the stairs, and then she waved the controller in his face to signal it was his turn. "Here, you're up."

But the man didn't even flinch walking past the three firefighters up to no good playing teenage video games. They all seemed to share a look of concern, or worry, or a mix of both.

So, as their eyes never left her storming man into the kitchen, and they all rose from their comfortable seats on the sofa cushions to follow him into the dining room.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Hen asked the unamused Chimney, who was now rummaging throughout the fridge to grab a cold water. "You okay?"

"Look, Chim, if there's something you want to talk about—"

"I'm a goodlooking guy, right?" Chimney interrupted, completely cutting Buck off some his statement of endearment. "I mean, like, you can do a lot worse than me? Yeah?"

"Chimney, I've done a whole lot worse than you," Hen answered with complete honesty clear in her voice.

"Lynn, you...you've done worse, right?"

"Chim," Lynn smiled at her newfound friend, and she pushed forward to place a supportive hand on his shoulder. "Every single man I've been with is worse than you, trust me."

Without noticing, Buck softly turned his head over to Lynn, acknowledging how her body seemed to tense up at the mention of her past. He almost narrowed his eyes at the question of who could've hurt her to where she was visibly upset at the idea of them.

"Buck," Bobby spoke up, suddenly snatching Buck's attention from Lynn to glance up to his captain, and he instantly grabbed the red plates so he could start setting the table.

"You think I'd be a good father?" Chimney continued, placing his water bottle after taking a sip back on the counter with a thud.

"Of course, Chim," Hen nodded, flashing the man a genuine smile.

Lynn wasn't sure how long Chimney and Hen knew each other, but she would've thought years upon years. The two bickered like siblings, yet shared a huge amount of love and care for one other. She was jealous, Lynn hadn't gotten close to anyone at her old paramedic station, mostly because they didn't even approve of having a woman in the field beside them. So, she wasn't sure how it would feel being so close with someone you work with everyday.

"What is this about?" Hen questioned, and Lynn nodded beside her, equally as jealous.

"I asked Tatiana to marry me."

The group of four firefighters had to take a second to process the news. If this is the same woman he mentioned to Lynn during their first shift together, she surely hoped the woman said no. Although Chimney seemed happy with her, she didn't seem as much in love as he was.

"What?"

"You serious?" Buck asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Lynn shoved her elbow into the side of his rib cage, scolding the boy for being so bold of his opinion, and he let out a whine with a fake frown towards her.

"Um..." Hen trailed, careful not to pick the wrong words where Chimney would end up offended. "Well, what happened?"

"First, she said she cheated on a fiancé that I didn't even know about, and that now we need to break up, then she said she didn't know," Chimney explained, and Lynn was a bit confused herself; did Tatiana want to break up, need time to think, or talk things through?

"Did you offer her the option of an open marriage?" Buck suggested, and both Lynn and Hen just send him disapproving glares. "It's super modern."

"C'mon, Evan, lets get the table ready," Lynn ordered, pulling on the short sleeve of his shirt. Hesitantly obeying, but before he left, Buck quickly slipped on two hot mitts, grabbing a silver cooking tray full of buttery rolls.

While the others continued their conversation of how Chimney proposed to Tatiana, Lynn and Buck started organizing the table as Bobby finished preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"You know, Evan, you look so masculine in those oven mitts," Lynn teased, letting out a soft laugh as a smile etched across her face.

Buck's expression turned to a pretend hurt one, and he grasped his hand-still in the over mitt- over his chest dramatically. He gasped out loud, and Lynn tried her best to not let out another chuckle.

"I thought there were rules against teasing about masculinity and femininity," Buck responded, narrowing his blue eyes suspiciously at the brunette.

"That's for the men, to make sure they don't let the words slip out that women belong in the kitchen," Lynn retorted sarcastically, placing another fork and knife combo next to a plate.

"I never said I don't like her, I don't like her for you."

Both Lynn and Buck stopped joking with the other as louder voices could be heard from the kitchen, and from how harsh the mood was squashed to, Lynn could only assume it looked like Bobby and Chimney were about to have a massive throwdown.

•••

"He has a piece of rebar in his skull?"

Lynn's seen her fair share of crazy paramedic stories, but to find out that Chimney has gotten into a car crash that resulted in him ending up with a long metal rebar in between his eyes was a completely different story.

Even knowing the smart, cheerful, and funny guy for a few shifts now, Lynn's heart welled up in pain when she heard the awful news that he was injured. She couldn't imagine how Buck or Hen were feeling, or even Bobby, because if she was in his place, she would've shattered the blame on herself.

"How is that even possible?" Buck questioned, and Lynn would've explained to him about the many different ways it was possible, but didn't have the energy to focus on anything other than getting her friend out of that car.

"It's possible. Brain tissue has no nociceptors," Hen replied, and Lynn was relieved that she was the one to talk and not her. "It can't feel pain."

"Okay, what about the rest of his head?" Buck continued on, and Lynn let out a slight shrug, knowing that at least he understood a bit abou the human body.

"He's in shock right now," Lynn stated, glancing up to Buck, and he seemed even taller now that he was wearing his firemen boots. "The second it starts to fade though, that's when he'll feel it."

"Now, listen guys, this hasn't registered yet," Bobby explained, and Lynn's game face was clearly seen. "He knows he's pinned, but
that's it, so we got to be cool."

"So if this thing's right between his eyes, can he see it?" Buck inquired, and as Lynn was about to complain about how the boy had way too many questions, Bobby interrupted her.

"I don't know what he can see."

While everyone starting to check the basics of Chimney, where Hen was making sure he was breathing properly and Lynn was making sure there were no other flesh words. She found a decent size cut on his leg, so she started carefully dressing it as Bobby tried comforting the man.

"What's your pain level?"

"Not much pain," Chimney responded simply, and he almost had a blank stare, and Lynn was trying her best to be focused on his leg wound rather than the massive piece of metal going through his head. "I don't think there's any spinal damage. I can feel my legs, but when I try and move my head—"

"—Don't!" Everyone exclaimed at once, everyone except Bobby, since he did say he wanted them to play it smoothly. However, it seemed like that was now ruined since a worried expression crossed Chimney's face.

"What's going on?" Chimney asked, his tone of voice seemed to be laced with anxiety and panic. "W-Why aren't you guys, like, cutting me out of here?"

"It's complicated," Bobby explained, never once leaving eye contact with Chimney for reassurance. And when the man questioned why exactly it was complicated, he continued. "You've been injured, Chim."

"How bad is it?"

Lynn rose up as she finished dressing the leg wound, obviously not as worried as his head injury. But, it was still good to get it covered before any infection could set in.

"It's not good," Buck answered, truthfully, and everyone send him deadpan stares as he was clearly not helping the situation.

"Well, I want to see it," Chimney argued, and when Bobby only shook his head, he repeated himself with much more authority and command than before. "Yeah, I do. Bobby, show me."

"Alright," Bobby caved, fishing his cell phone from inside his uniform. He then switched to t camera on it, and while pressing the record button, he raised it up to video all of Chimney and his glorious rebar wound. "Are you ready?"

"Show it to me," Chimney barked, only moving his eyes so they would land on the video rather than moving his entire head. "Holy crap. How come I'm not dead?"

"Because you are the luckiest and the unluckiest son of a bitch on the face of the earth all at the same time."

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