Multiple Series Oneshots

Bad Shift - 911 Lone Star

Tw: Addiction, SH and $u!c!d3

Tk's pov:

I lost someone. Again. I'm not okay. But I keep acting like I am. I can deal with it myself.

"Hey Tk, are you okay?" Nancy asks. "Yeah." I say with a fake smile. I go into the bathroom. The urge came back. It's really bad this time. I'm always able to make it go away. But I can't. Nothing I do is helping. It's overwhelming. It's not just the urge for the pills.

I walk into the kitchen. "Hey, Tk, want some chili?" Paul asks. "Oh, no thanks, I'm not hungry." I say. I'm not hungry. I'm not thirsty. The only thing I wanted was some pills and a beer.

I went home after shift, and Carlos was leaving. "Hey. I got the night shift again, baby." He says. "Okay.." I say with a slight smile. We kiss, and he leaves. I sit on the bed. The urge is so bad. I can't breathe. I can't think about anything except that. I look at my phone. "911, what is your emergency?" A voice says. "C, can you transfer m me to Grace R Ryder?" I ask. "Sure."

Grace's pov:

"911, what is your emergency?" There is silence on the line. "Hello? Are you okay?" I ask. "No.." The guy says. "Are you injured or in danger?" I ask. There's more silence. I look at the phone number and realize who it is. "Are you in danger of yourself?" I ask, worried. "Y Yes.." Tk says. "Have you taken anything?" I ask, texting Owen. "N No.." he says, his voice shaking. Owen isn't answering the texts. I call him with my cell. "Hello?" He says, half asleep. "You need to get to Tk's place. He's not doing good, Owen." I say. "I'll be there asap.." he says, hanging up. "Tk, are you still there?"

Tk's pov:

I don't know why I called her. I want to hang up. I- "Are you in danger of yourself?" Those words hit me. "Y Yes.." I say, trying not to cry. "Have you taken anything?" She asks me. "N No.." I say, my voice shaking. I hang up from the call. I walk to the kitchen and grab a knife. I started cutting my wrists. I look down and start wrapping it. I put on one of Carlos's hoodies on, grab money, and start walking out. Somebody bumps into me. "Sorry, man." A familiar voice says. "It's fine." I say. I see a stroller with a baby in it. "Cute." I say. "Yeah. She's my little girl." He says. "Why don't we go inside? It's getting cold out here." It is getting cold. "I have stuff to do.." I said. "Like going to buy pills?" He said with a smirk. He knew it was me. I keep walking, "Tk. You're not okay. You're not fine. You can't do this alone." He says.

Owen's pov:

I'm racing to his house as fast as I can. I get pulled over. "You were going 100 in a 60." A voice says. "I need to get to my son! He's about to relapse! Please just let me go!" I yell, panicked. "Get in the back of the police car.." The cop says. I get out of my car and get in the back of the police car. "Why is he in the back?" A familiar voice says. "He needs to get to his son. His son is about to relapse." The lady says, speeding away. "Do you know where you're going?" The male cop asks. "Yes." The female cop says. "Please let me know your okay.. please.. answer the phone.." I say. "Who are you calling? I could try." The male cop says. "Tk Strand.." I say, my voice breaking. "Did you.. say Tk.." The cops voice breaks. "Yeah.. why?" I ask. The cop pulls the visor down. It's Carlos.

Tk's pov:

I'm completely Numb. I can't hear anyone. I don't know what's happening to me. The urge is so overwhelming.. I need it.. I need the pills.. I need them.. I walk to the alley where I buy pills. The only ones they have are Fentnyl. I don't care anymore. I need something. Plus, I might OD, so that's a plus. I climb up the emergency exit and go into the living room. I take the pills without a second thought. Relief. I felt relief. I fell to the ground.

Owen's pov:

We get there and break the door down. "TK!" I yell, running over to him. I stab him with the narcan. "Please.. wake up, Tk.." I say. He gasps awake. "Why didn't you just.. let me die.." He asks. My heart broke into a million pieces. "Let me die! I'm just a worthless drug addict!" He yells, about to grab the pills. I hug him. "No. I won't." I say. Carlos hugs him, "We're not letting you go." He says. Judd walks over and hugs him. "You are not alone, brother." He says. "I just.. want this pain to stop.." Tk says, trying to repress tears. "Let them out.." I say. He breaks down. We all console him the rest of the night.

Tk's pov:

I wake up. Why did I wake up. Why wasn't I dead. The high was gone. "Why didn't you just.. let me die.." I ask. "Let me die! I'm just a worthless drug addict!" I yell. I'm about to grab the rest of the pills. My dad hugs me. "No. I won't." He says. "We're not letting you go." Carlos says, also hugging me. "You are not alone, brother." Judd says. "I just.. want this pain to stop.." I say, trying not to cry. I don't want to cry. "Let them out.." My dad says. I look at the three of them there and break down.