#my911

[djdiscovery1]

Uncensored, Unedited & Presented In Full David Vanadia's My 9/11

[srnvtine]

my girls are so delusional in every aspect of their lives. no surprise they're my mates. i mean, we’re all sharing the same brain cells, aren’t we?

#thecraziest #home

#mysafeplace #my911

[neometalpussy]

I MISS YOU ETHUBS #MY911

[somepinkflowers]

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[tails89]

Run into trouble

911 - 1.4k - G

Written for the Bad Things Happen Bingo: doesn't realise they've been injured.

"This— firefighting— it's just something that I'm meant to do, same as you," Eddie says, without any hesitation. "Plus, Hen and Chimney are pretty damn good at their jobs. They've patched you up enough times."

"Too many times," Buck groans. "They're never going to let me live this down."

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"Holy shit that was close." Buck climbs to his feet and brushes off his jacket, his fingers catching in a tear in the thick material. "Maybe, uh— just a bit too close." He grins, turning to Eddie. "You good?"

"Am I good?" Buck can hear the disbelief in Eddie's voice. "I'm not the one who was just sent flying. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, barely got me." Buck almost can't believe it himself, but other than getting the wind knocked out of him, he's fine. 

"Only you," Eddie says with a shake of his head, and Buck catches the fond eye roll beneath the mask. 

He can't help the quick smile as he keys at his radio. "Hey Cap. We're on the second floor, where do you want us?"

"We've got reports of people trapped on the delta side."

"Copy that, Cap." Buck gestures for Eddie to lead the way. 

They work together to clear each apartment as smoke pours into the corridor, and Buck can't believe how much he missed this— working with Eddie. 

They move from door to door, calling out as they go. The heat from the floor above is intense, pushing back against them with every step. Buck can feel the sweat pouring down his side as he pounds on the door. 

"LAFD! Anyone in there?" 

"Yes! Oh my god, help!" 

They find who they're looking for in the next apartment— two young women with ash-streaked faces. 

"Are either of you hurt?" Eddie asks, going straight into medic mode while Buck radios Bobby to let him know they've found them. 

"I'm going to check the last apartment," Buck tells Eddie, clapping him on the shoulder as he brushes past. 

"Be careful." 

"Always am." That earns him a scoff from Eddie as Buck ducks back out into the hallway. 

The last apartment is empty, so Buck heads back to join Eddie and the two women, breathing heavily as he returns to their apartment. 

"Okay, the floor's clear," he tells Eddie, still panting as he catches his breath. "You ready to get out of here?"

"God, yes," the blonde woman says nodding. "Can we please get out of here?" 

Eddie chuckles and turns to Buck. "Yeah, we're ready. Let's go."

They head back out into the hall with the two women in tow. Eddie takes the lead, guiding them over towards the fire stairs, and Buck takes the rear, making sure no one gets left behind. 

They're just reaching the first floor when Bobby radios the order to evacuate the building. 

"Firefighters Buckley and Diaz, we're clear," Buck responds as they step out into the parking lot. 

They usher the women away from the building and over to the gathering crowd of emergency personnel.

 

"So?" Buck bumps his shoulder into Eddie's as they make their way over to the rest of the 118. "Does it feel good to be back?" He pulls his helmet and mask off, turning to glance at Eddie. 

"Yeah." Eddie has his own helmet in his hands. "I can't believe how much I missed this. Missed us."

"You say that like the two of you haven't seen each other in months," Chimney says, falling into step beside them. "When I know for a fact that Buck was over at your house yesterday."

"It's different," Buck argues, glad they have then flashing red and blue lights to hide his flushing face. 

"How?" Chimney asks, coming to a stop. 

Buck shares a glance with Eddie.

"It just is."

"Sure," Chim says, dragging the word out. "I'm just glad that Buck has stopped moping around the station. It was getting sad."

"Hey." Buck goes to take a step forward but stumbles, suddenly light-headed.

"Woah, you okay there?" Chimney asks, clapping a hand on Buck's shoulder.

"Yeah, I—"

His legs buckle as a wave of dizziness crashes over him. 

There are twin shouts from nearby, and hands catch him before he can hit the ground. 

"Hen! Cap!" Chim calls, helping Buck to sit. "Need you guys over here."

Eddie kneels on Buck's left, his hands tugging at Buck's jacket.

"You said you were okay!"

"And you believed him?" Hen scoffs, kneeling on Buck's other side to help him out of his heavy turnout coat. 

"In my defense," Buck says weakly, shutting his eyes at the sudden sharp flare of pain. "I really did think I was okay. I didn't even feel anything."

The jacket gets tossed to the side and a hand on his shoulder pushes him back to lie flat. 

"That was probably the adrenaline," Chim tells him.  "What about now? Any pain?"

"'s kinda numb," Buck mumbles, blinking up at the worried faces above him. 

The scissors are cold against his skin as his shirt is cut away, and somewhere above him there's a hiss as his chest is revealed. 

"You really didn't feel this?" Hen asks, her hands prodding at the bruised skin along Buck's side.

He sucks in a harsh breath.

"Can feel it now," he mutters, eyes screwed up as Hen continues to work. 

"Yeah, I'm not surprised,"Hen says, sitting back on her heels. "He's bleeding internally. Chimney, can you start a line?"

"On it." There's a pinch in the back of Buck's hand, but it's nothing compared to the fire in his side.

"What can I do?" Eddie asks.

"You just keep doing what you're doing."

"What's he doing?" Buck mumbles. 

There's a warm pressure on his hand, like someones squeezing it. 

"This." 

"Oh." Buck squeezes back. "Yeah, keep doing that."

"Bobby, can you radio the hospital?" Hen asks. "Let them know we're on our way?"

Buck lets her voice wash around him, letting it all fade into the background. 

"Hey, eyes open." Fingers tap at the side of his face, and Buck glares up at Eddie. "You know the drill, Buck."

"'m awake."

"Good. Let's keep it that way," Eddie tells him. "Tell me about the zoo last weekend. Chris said that one of tigers had cubs."

"Mm, twins—"

His body feels so heavy. It would be so easy to just close his eyes and drift away.

"His BP's dropping," Hen says, her voice little more than white noise. "We need to get moving."

And then there's nothing.

"You know, I didn't come back to work just to watch you get hurt again."

Buck drifts, letting the sound of Eddie's voice wash over him.

"I should have noticed. I should have known something was wrong."

Someone— Eddie?— is holding his hand, rubbing circles into the skin above above his wrist.

"You could have died and I— I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

"It wasn't your fault."

The hand on his disappears and Buck immediately mourns the loss.

"Buck, I—"

"It wasn't your fault," he repeats, shifting to look at Eddie. "And I didn't even realise— I would have said something, I swear."

"Yeah, I know." Eddie leans forward in his chair. "You scared me though. Scared all of us."

"I'm sorry. I—"

"Don't." Eddie cuts him off. "Don't apologise. It's— one of the hazards of the job."

"Yeah. Are you sure you're okay with that?" Buck watches Eddie's face for any sign of indecision, but all he sees is determination. 

He wouldn't blame Eddie for having second thoughts about returning. He's been back less than a week and Buck's already proving all his fears to be true. 

"This— firefighting— it's just something that I'm meant to do, same as you," Eddie says, without any hesitation. "Plus, Hen and Chimney are pretty damn good at their jobs. They've patched you up enough times."

"Too many times," Buck groans. "They're never going to let me live this down."

"Yeah, it's up there." Eddie grins. "Just promise me it won't happen again, and I'll promise not to take their side when the teasing starts."

"I thought you'd always have my back," Buck complains, setting back against the pillows. 

"Always," Eddie tells him before his smile turns sly. "Well, mostly," he teases and Buck sighs. "I'll make it up to you though. If you want I can ask Carla to drop Chris over later."

"I like him better than you," Buck mutters, but he's grinning, even as the drugs threaten to pull him back under.

"Uh huh." Eddie nods, still teasing. "How about you go back to sleep. We'll be here when you wake up."

Buck doesn't argue. He's not sure he can when his eyelids are already too heavy to keep open.

As sleep pulls him under he feels Eddie's hand slip around his once more. 

[hmslusitania]

In honour of the fact it’s a week without an episode, consider reading my urban fantasy noir au fic!

Featuring:

- private detective!Eddie who is also a witch who’s bad at magic

- not technically a ghost!Buck, who’s trapped in limbo and the only person he can see is the detective who’s been hired to find him

- Maddie, who can see ghosts and just wants to find her little brother

- Chim, who’s a perfectly normal human except he’s a coroner so he and Maddie are really extremely perfect for each other

- and more!

Come on down to the Like Any Unloved Thing shop to get your dose of angst with a happy ending and buddie get together fic today! All yours for the low, low price of the author is sad and has writers block and would appreciate if you read her fic

[danewsea]

Me my911 & myBoard

[wildloveflower]

To Infinity and Beyond 🚀🐱👽🦄🔮💫 . . . . . #yougotafriendinme #mahdayones #a1day1s #foreverfriends #theboyspluspixie #theonesicalltohelpwiththedeadbody #my911 #UnRuLyCrew #thebubbaandmiachroniclescontinue #dariaandwednesdaywander #neverescapingneverland #disneykids #305toyourcity #miamibrujas #OHtoFL #ohioagainsttheworld #oatw #darbybiddies #homeisntalocation #hues #palette #lightplay #magicinthesimplethings (at The Tampa Riverwalk)

[reverendreid-blog]

LORD YOU REIGN

It’s been a good day, hope it was for everyone. GOD is my 911 in everything. I had to remind myself today that doing right is hard but what I must do. 

I know I didn’t champion this by myself, but with GOD’s help. There are just those days when you have to remember that despite the Tests that humans bring - GOD got you.

The Bible says “Whosoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High, will rest in the shadow of the Almighty” -Psalms 91:1

#LORDYOUREIGN #MY911

[afribean]

It's Mental Health Awareness week!!!

What are you reading today?

We are appreciating a #Team work that made the #Dream worked 😊

Under The Mental Health Act - my 911 by Sylvaine Francis

send us your pictures of your copy of our First eBook & large printed Book with the hashtag #my911

[sylvaine-francis]

Chapter 5 is being published Saturday with a preview from 7PM. We usually deliver our Chapters on a Friday, but some story needs all parties involved own words!

This will be an opportunity to revisit the "Lady in White" that I last saw in French Guiana in the 90's.

We talked, ever since. We never agreed that she existed, like that!

eBook: "Under the Mental Health Act: My 911"

https://afribean.com/book/chapters/my911/

#MyNeighboorsStatements #my911 #BlackAuthor #ebook #nowreading #bookclub

[ricagudelo]

Here is a free copy of the #September11 fund raiser http://www.bit.ly/RAmy911 for you to enjoy for free.  I only ask that you please take the time to do your research on the organizations helping first responders still suffering from health ailments directly attributed to the working conditions at #groundzero.

What's there to say about today #September11 that hasn't been said a thousand times. What a lot of people forget to speak about are the thousands of volunteers still suffering from related ailments. I am healthy only because of my quick thinking to grab a dual canister respirator mask while I dug and never took it off for anything.

Here is a copy of the book for you to download http://www.bit.ly/RAmy911 for free and the accompanying album I produced that was written by some of the best musicians I know. Inspired by what they experienced that day and what they were able to gather from my story.

[1969porsche911]

Mountain drive with two R1200s and a Carrera 3.2

[afribean]

Full release of the last Chapter 10 of "Under the Mental Health Act - My 911" - ISBN: 9781716268359

Preview the Book, One Chapter at a time:

https://afribean.com/2021/04/02/chapter-10-2021-spending-someone-elses-money-thecompensation/

Buy the large paperback version:

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#My911 #AuteurGuyane #BlackAuthor #Libel #Lawsuits #Rituals #Spell #SHEclaims #Harassment #ebooks #streaming

[afribean]

7PM appointment for the full release of Chapter 9 to our Readers who bought their copy of "Under the Mental Health Act - My 911"

Preview the Book, One Chapter at a time:

https://afribean.com/2021/03/26/chapter-9-2020-the-year-i-was-mistaken-for-the-airbender-weathertalk/

#My911 #AuteurGuyane #BlackAuthor #Hurricane #Eta #Rituals #Spell #SHEclaims #ebooks #streaming

[afribean]

7PM appointment for the full release of Chapter 9 to our Readers who bought their copy of "Under the Mental Health Act - My 911" on Friday 26th of March.

Preview the Book, One Chapter at a time (Chapter 8):

https://afribean.com/2021/03/19/chapter-8-dont-touch-my-coach-theboogieman/

#My911 #AuteurGuyane #BlackAuthor #Freewill #Rituals #Spell #SHEclaims #ebooks #streaming