It was me in there( 9-1-1 )

Phillip Comes to the Firehouse Again

The firehouse was unusually quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by an unsettling tension that had settled over the crew. Buck couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. His hands were clammy, and his heart pounded in his chest like it had a mind of its own.

Then, the door slammed open.

Phillip stood in the doorway, his eyes blazing with fury. He was breathing heavily, his fists clenched at his sides, and he didn't seem to care that the entire station had gone silent at his entrance.

"Where is he?" Phillip's voice was dark, raw with anger, as he stormed into the room, his gaze scanning the space.

Everyone froze. Eddie moved instinctively to stand between Buck and his father, the tension in his posture telling everyone exactly how serious this confrontation was.

"Phillip, I'm telling you, you need to leave," Eddie's voice was firm, but Buck could hear the underlying fear in it. He had seen Eddie calm under pressure, but this was different. This wasn't a fire or a rescue. This was something far more dangerous.

"Stay out of this," Phillip snapped, not even sparing Eddie a glance. His eyes were fixed on Buck now, and Buck could feel the familiar knot of dread tighten in his stomach. The man was a ticking time bomb, and Buck knew it.

"I'm not going anywhere," Buck said, his voice trembling but defiant. He knew that standing up to his father had always been difficult, but for the first time, he was ready. He couldn't go back to the hell his father had put him through. Not after everything.

"I said—" Phillip growled, his words cut off as he stepped forward, moving dangerously close to Buck. "You're coming with me, boy. Whether you like it or not."

"I'm not your property!" Buck shouted, his voice rising with a mix of anger and fear. He could feel his heart racing, the familiar sense of panic beginning to bubble up inside him. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms, trying to stop the tremors that were already starting to shake his body.

"You're mine, Buck!" Phillip barked, his hand reaching inside his coat. Buck's eyes went wide, the air around him freezing as he saw the gleam of metal. Phillip pulled out a gun, holding it firmly in his shaking hands, aimed directly at Buck.

Everything seemed to slow. Buck's chest tightened, his vision narrowing. The room felt like it was closing in on him, and he couldn't get enough air.

"Don't you dare!" Eddie shouted, stepping forward, but it was too late. Phillip's finger was already on the trigger, his face twisted in rage.

Time seemed to stretch out like it was moving in slow motion, and then—bang!

The gunshot echoed in the firehouse, so loud it hurt Buck's ears. But Buck... Buck didn't feel the bullet pierce him. He didn't feel anything except the overwhelming, suffocating wave of panic that crashed over him.

The air felt thick, like he was drowning in it. He couldn't breathe. His lungs burned with the desperate need to suck in air, but it felt like the room was closing in on him, tighter and tighter with each passing second.

"Bucky!" Eddie shouted, reaching for him, his face full of panic. Buck didn't even realize he was stumbling back until he hit the wall with a hard thud, his knees giving out beneath him. His body crumpled to the floor as he gasped for air, the world around him spinning.

Phillip had missed.

The bullet had gone wide, striking the wall next to him, but Buck didn't care about that. He didn't care about anything except the suffocating panic that threatened to consume him. He couldn't breathe. His vision was going dark at the edges, and he could feel the blood rushing in his ears as his heart raced out of control.

"Bucky!" Eddie's voice cut through the haze of panic, his hands grabbing Buck's shoulders, trying to steady him. "Look at me. Breathe, okay? Focus on me. Breathe."

But Buck couldn't. The world felt so distant. His chest was caving in, and every breath he tried to take felt like it was too shallow, too inadequate. His hands gripped Eddie's arms, nails digging in as he fought for air, but it felt like he was drowning. Like he couldn't escape the weight pressing down on him.

"Stay with me, Buck," Eddie whispered, his voice shaking. "You're okay. You're safe. Just breathe."

Buck's body trembled uncontrollably, his hands still clutching Eddie, desperate for something to hold on to. But nothing felt real. The walls were closing in. His father's words, his face, the gunshot... It was all too much.

"I can't... I can't breathe..." Buck choked out, his voice a ragged whisper. His chest was heaving, desperate for air, but it wasn't coming. The panic was so intense it felt like his entire body was shutting down.

"Breathe, Buck," Eddie urged, pulling Buck closer, his arms strong around him, his voice calm despite the panic that was rising in him. "Look at me, Buck. Just focus on me. In... and out."

But nothing helped. Buck could barely hear Eddie over the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. His body was shaking, trembling like a leaf caught in a storm, and no matter how hard he tried to fill his lungs, the air just wouldn't come.

Eddie's hands were on his face now, his fingers warm and firm as he cupped Buck's cheeks, gently forcing his face to meet Eddie's. "Look at me, Buck," he said softly, desperately. "Breathe with me. You're okay. You're here. You're safe. Focus on me."

Buck couldn't respond. His vision was going black, his body too weak to hold itself up. His chest felt like it was going to explode, and the panic was swallowing him whole.

Then, a voice cut through his haze of fear—Phillip's voice.

"Look at you, Buck. Weak, pathetic... You've always been this way."

Buck flinched, the words hitting him like a physical blow, but he couldn't stop the trembling. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and the dark thoughts crept in, threatening to drown him.

"You're nothing," Phillip sneered, his voice echoing in Buck's mind, though the man himself was now standing by the door, watching the scene unfold.

"No," Buck gasped, shaking his head violently. He could feel Eddie's arms around him, but the words his father had spoken—the accusations, the hurt—crashed down on him like a wave. "No, please..."

Eddie's grip tightened, pulling him even closer. "You're not alone, Buck," Eddie said, his voice low and steady despite the terror in his eyes. "I'm here. You're not alone. You don't have to carry this. You're not worthless. You hear me? You're not."

But Buck couldn't speak. He couldn't even look at Eddie anymore, too overwhelmed by the emotions and the panic choking him.

The firehouse was quiet now, everyone watching, frozen in the background. Eddie's voice was the only thing Buck could focus on. Slowly, after what felt like hours, Buck's breathing began to steady, though his body still shook uncontrollably. His chest still hurt, his head still spun, but the panic attack was starting to recede.

Eddie held him tightly, not letting go, not giving him a chance to fall back into the abyss.

"Shh," Eddie whispered, his hand rubbing Buck's back in soft, comforting motions. "You're okay. We're okay. I've got you."

But Buck didn't answer. He just let himself collapse into Eddie's arms, his body wracked with sobs.

"Please, Buck," Eddie whispered again, "you're safe. You're safe here with me."

By the way readers, tell me if the panic attack scenes are getting annoying because i can stop doing them if u dont like them!!! xxx