Multiple Series Oneshots

Leave Me Alone - 911 Lone Star

I honestly got this idea from listening to Leave Me Alone from NF. Tw: ptsd/$u!c!da/ thoughts

Judd's pov:

It's a normal day. Or at least I'm acting like it is. I don't think anyone has noticed. We get back from a call. A kid died due to a drunk driver, and the driver got away with barely a scratch. I walk into the bunk room.

Why did you survive?

How did you move on so fast?

We were your family.

You shouldn't be alive.

I fall to the ground crying.

Tommy's pov:

We got back from the call, and there's silence. We all were sad about the boy. He may be able to fool everyone else. But I know that Judd isn't okay. I hear crying. "Leave me alone.. please just leave me alone.." I walk into the bunk room and see Judd on the floor with his knees to his chest and his head buried in his knees. "Hey.. Juddy.." I say, worried. He doesn't come out of it. I get out my phone and call 911. She answers. "911, what is your emergency?" I take a sigh of relief. "Grace. It's Tommy. You need to come down to the firehouse." I say, looking at Judd. "Why? What's going on?" She asks, concerned. "It's Judd.. He's having an episode.. and it's really bad.." I say, swallowing. "Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can." She says, hanging up.

Grace's pov:

I tell my boss about the situation, and she tells me to go. It's a 20-minute drive. I'm pulled over. "Your speeding ma'am." A familiar voice says. "I'm sorry." I say. "So why are you speeding?" He asks. "My husband is having a really bad panic attack at work.." I say, trying to find my license. "You wanna ride in the back of the police car? I could get you there faster?" He says. I look up, and it's Carlos. "Yes, that would be amazing. Thank you so much." I get into the back of the car. We get there in around 6 minutes.

Judd's pov:

It's your fault we're dead

You should be dead, Judd

Why are you okay?

You should be dead.

You should be dead.

They're right. It is my fault. It's all my fault. I should be.. I feel a hand touching my head. I don't have the strength to lift my head. I just want to die.. I don't want anything else.. I need to pay for what I did.. it's my fault they're dead.. someone lifts my head, and I see 2 figures. My vision is blurry from the tears. Behind them, I see my old crew. They're all saying the same thing. "You should be dead." I get up and run to the kitchen. I ignored everyone else there and grabbed a knife.

Grace's pov:

I see his teary eyes, and it breaks my heart. He's really in it deep this time. Nothing we do is working. He couldn't hear us. He jumped up and started sprinting towards the kitchen. We ran after him.

Marjan's pov:

Judd runs in and grabs a knife. We're all frozen in shock. He's about to stab himself. I grab his hand and hold it back. "Just let me go!" He yells. "I should be dead! It's all my fault!" He's pushing me away. "Whats your fault?" I ask, worried. "It's all.. my fault.." He repeats. "No, it's not.." Tommy says. "YES, IT IS!" He pushes me off, making me hit my head. He picks up the knife and stabs his stomach.

Judd's pov:

Everyone is telling me it wasn't my fault. But it was. I should be dead. I stab myself in the stomach. I see the horrified looks from everyone in the room. I don't remember anything after that. I woke up in a hospital bed. With Grace laying on me. Praying. "Please, God.. let him wake up.. please.." She says with her voice breaking. I hold her hand. She looks up at me, in shock. "Thank you, God!" She says, looking up at the sky. She kisses me on the forehead. Had I really just done that?

Grace's pov:

He grabs the knife. My heart drops. "Just let me go! I should be dead! It's all my fault!" He's yelling. I didn't know what to do. I always know what to do. But I didn't this time. He stabs himself in the stomach. I'm in shock. I can't move. I can't hear anyone. I lay over Judd in the hospital bed. I'm praying to God that he wakes up. I feel something gripping my hand. I look up, and he's awake. I stand up. "Thank you, God!" I yell. I kiss him on the forehead. I blame myself partly for this. Because I didn't see the signs.

Marjan's pov:

I don't remember much after I hit my head. I remember seeing Judd on the floor bleeding. I wake up in a hospital bed. I see Mateo sitting in the chair next to me, worried. "On your left." I say in a weak voice. Since he loves Captain America. He jumps up and hugs me. Paul walks in with some food, "I brought some.. food.." he says. "Hey.." I say. "Marjan! You're awake!" He yells. I didn't care about them at the moment, though. "How is he?" I ask, dreading the answer.