Under Suppression

Silenced

TW: I'm a walking trigger warning. If you made it this far, you probably know the drill lol. But seriously, please don't read if you're sensitive to the subject of un-aliving.

The ride to the actual address was almost completely silent, aside from the quiet whispers from Alycia who stayed in the back of the truck with Aaron. I decided to drive normal traffic, not wanting to add any further stress to my partner. I watched them through the rearview mirror that reflected the back cab, barely able to see the shadow of them embracing, which muffled his quiet sobs.

I'll admit, I give the boy a lot of shit, and none of us actually mean the digs that we give each other, but still, I understand that can wear on a person if they're not used to it. Aaron did a good job taking the heat, but I knew better than to ever joke about something like this.

Despite the way we act sometimes, we're all human, and eventually, the things we see and experience will catch up to us. Alycia was always good with providing comfort in these situations, and outside of Eric's shenanigans earlier, I was pretty touched by the way she took care of others.

*Dispatch, Squad 1 is on scene at correct address.*

We pulled up to the address finding two cop cars already on scene with the front door propped open. I rolled my eyes, hopping out of the truck to the back doors when my eyes caught the sight of the absolute last person I wanted to see right now.

"Y/n!?"

For god's sake..

I opened the back doors of the squad, and Alycia tilted her head at the scowl plastered over my face, furrowing her eyebrows before turning to the front porch where my father stood with his arms crossed. She let out a sigh.

"It's fine," I stated before she could say anything, helping her out of the back with Aaron following behind her with the monitor, but I stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"You okay, bud?" I asked seriously, and I could tell he was a bit taken back my demeanor, which I felt pretty guilty for, but he nodded his head nonetheless.

"Alycia, tagging along with the FD today, are we? Sorry they couldn't find you a better crew!" my dad snorted, but Alycia was quite unamused, giving him a blank stare.

"She's riding along for her emergency management certification," I clarified in a flat tone.

"Ah, so you're going for a medical doctor license?"

She shook her head. "NP."

"Oh.."

The fuck's that supposed to mean?

I shot him a glare, daring for him to knock the position when we were luckily interrupted by another cop from inside. "They're in here!"

I held eye contact with him for a second, wanting to punch the arrogance off of his face, but I tore my gaze from his anyway, shifting my focus back to my job.

I followed the second cop down the hall cautiously, uncomfortable with the fact that my father was walking behind Alycia but didn't have the time to ponder it as we stopped at the bathroom.

"He's dead, and who knows for how long.. We didn't start compressions because we figured you were just going to call it," the cop said, and I shot him a look, but he just shrugged his shoulders. In the tub, was the body of a man, probably around the age of 40. He was fully clothed, fortunately, and there was no water in the tub, only empty beer cans. I scanned the room, not seeing anything that would make me suspect an overdose.

Weird..

I reached my two fingers toward his neck. "Did you even check for a p- JESUS CHRIST!" As soon as my fingers came into contact with his skin, the man's eyes popped open with a loud gasp, and I jumped backwards while the rest of them screamed at the scare.