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

I cant keep going Eddie.

The tires of Buck's truck screeched faintly as he pulled over near the bridge, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His chest ached as if someone were crushing him from the inside, and his breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps. The tears started before he even realized it, streaming down his face unchecked.

The bridge loomed ahead, stark against the darkness of the night, its railings barely illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights. Beyond it lay the water, dark and endless. It called to him, promising silence, promising an end to the unbearable pain that had taken root deep within him.

Buck fumbled for his phone, his fingers trembling so violently that it slipped from his grasp before he could unlock it. He cursed under his breath, snatching it back up, his hands shaking as he managed to hit redial on Eddie's name.

The line connected after the first ring. "Buck?" Eddie's voice came through, soft and familiar.

Buck let out a shuddering breath. "Eddie," he whispered, barely audible.

"Buck, what's wrong? Are you okay? Where are you?" Eddie's tone shifted immediately to concern, a thread of panic weaving through his words.

Buck swallowed hard, his throat tight. "I just... I needed to hear your voice," he said, his voice cracking. "I needed to tell you that I love you. I love you so much, Eddie."

Eddie froze, dread coursing through him. "Buck, don't. Don't talk like that. Just tell me where you are, okay? I'll come to you. We'll figure this out. Please, Buck, tell me where you are."

Buck shook his head even though Eddie couldn't see him. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking into a sob. "I'm so sorry, Eddie."

"No, Buck. Don't you dare hang up. Don't—"

But Buck ended the call, dropping the phone onto the passenger seat. He shoved open the truck door and stepped out into the cold night air, the chill biting at his skin. The bridge stretched out in front of him, a path to quiet the noise in his head.

His legs felt like lead as he walked toward the railing, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. The roar of his thoughts was deafening now, every painful memory and feeling crashing over him like waves.

"Buck!"

The shout cut through the chaos, startling him. He spun around to see Eddie running toward him, his expression a mix of fear and desperation.

"Don't," Eddie said, his voice shaking as he held up his hands, trying to approach without scaring Buck further. "Please, Buck. Don't do this."

Buck's eyes filled with fresh tears as he shook his head. "I can't, Eddie. I can't do this anymore. It's too much. I'm too much."

"No, Buck, you're not." Eddie's voice cracked as he stepped closer. "You're not too much. You're hurting, and I know it feels impossible right now, but you're not alone. I'm here. We're all here."

Buck turned back toward the railing, gripping the cold metal so tightly his knuckles ached. "I'm broken, Eddie. I've lost everything. My mumma... my dad... I can't live like this."

Eddie surged forward, grabbing Buck's arm and pulling him away from the edge. "No. You don't get to say goodbye like this. You don't get to leave, Buck."

Buck tried to pull away, weakly resisting, but Eddie held firm, wrapping his arms around him. "Let me go," Buck sobbed, his voice cracking as his knees gave out beneath him.

Eddie sank to the ground with him, holding him tightly as Buck's body shook with violent sobs.

"I can't—I can't do this," Buck choked out, his words barely audible through his tears. "I can't breathe, Eddie."

"Just breathe with me, Buck," Eddie said softly, his own voice trembling as tears streamed down his face. "You're okay. I've got you."

Buck's breaths were erratic and shallow, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His hands clutched at Eddie's shirt, desperate for something to anchor him as he spiraled.

Eddie placed a hand on Buck's chest, just above his heart. "Feel this, Buck. Feel me here with you. You're not alone. You're safe."

Buck shook his head violently, his cries growing louder. "I'm not safe. I'll never be safe. He's still out there, Eddie. And my mumma's gone. She's gone, and it's my fault!"

Eddie's heart broke at the raw pain in Buck's voice. "It's not your fault, Buck," he said firmly. "None of this is your fault. You didn't do this. He did. You didn't do this."

Buck collapsed against Eddie, his sobs shaking his entire body. "I can't—I can't do this anymore. I'm so tired, Eddie. I'm so tired of hurting."

"I know," Eddie whispered, tears falling freely now. "I know you're tired, Buck. But I'm not letting you go. You hear me? You're not alone in this. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

The sound of distant sirens echoed in the night, but Eddie didn't move. He stayed there, on the cold ground by the bridge, holding Buck as his world crumbled around him.

Eventually, Buck's sobs began to soften, though his breathing remained uneven. Eddie didn't loosen his grip, his hand still resting over Buck's heart.

"You're going to be okay, Buck," Eddie murmured. "We'll get through this together. One step at a time. You're not alone."

Buck didn't respond, but his grip on Eddie tightened slightly, a silent acknowledgment that he'd heard him.

Eddie pressed his forehead against Buck's, his voice soft but steady. "I love you, Buck. And I'm not giving up on you. Ever."