One second he was on the fire truck, and then he heard a big bang, then all he could feel was fire… and pain… tortuous pain.
What the fuck just happened?
The worst of the pain was coming from his leg. And God did it hurt.
He opened his eyes and looked down at it. He didn't know what he was looking at, this had to be impossible, right? His leg was pinned under the side of the truck!
Buck tried to pull his leg out, thinking it would be easy to move. It wasn't.
It hurt. The pain was unimaginable. This had to be the worst pain Buck ever remembered feeling in his life, even worse than when he got into that one motorcycle accident.
He tried to flex the muscles in his leg, only to realize that was by far the wrong decision, as not only could he not move it a centimeter in any direction, the attempt sent spikes of pain shooting up the nerves in his leg.
"BUCK!" he heard someone shout out his name. Was that Eddie? Or Bobby, but what was Bobby doing here? It could've been Chim. He wasn't sure. Buck shakily lifted his head and tried to take a look around. He couldn't see much, the pain blinding parts of his vision, making the edges go dark, but from what he could tell, it looked like chaos on the street.
Flashing lights, that weren't doing any help to let him determine what was going on.
Chunks of metal and rock littering the streets.
In the distance, he thought he saw a group of people being held back.
His ears were still ringing from the initial explosion, but slowly the ringing was ending, but it still sounded chaotic on the street.
But then, as he turned his head in the other direction, and that brought another pain in his shoulders, he could see two men standing there. Was that Bobby? Who was he talking to?
Why wasn't anyone trying to get this truck off of him?
It fucking hurt, damnit.
He dropped his head back down to the ground. Despite the pain, he could still feel the gravel of the road dig into his cheek. He could hear some yelling going on around him. But he was just so tired now. What was taking them so long?
More yelling went on. He couldn't tell what was being said, but he realized that at some point, what he had thought he only imagined was Bobby's voice, his Captain had actually shown up.
The pain in his leg kept taking all of his attention. He tried again to pull his leg out from under the truck. It was no use though, only to significantly ramp up the pain shooting up his leg.
God, he knew it had to be broken at this point. Probably every bone in his leg was broken by now. He had to get out of here.
He then noticed he was panting, taking large breaths of air into his chest. Probably due to the pain and chaos happening around him. Where was everyone else though? Why was no one helping get this truck off of him?
Then finally, he saw people coming over, people who were finally trying to get the truck off of him. The first attempt was unsuccessful, causing the truck to fall back on him from where it was slightly raised up.
He cried out in pain as the truck went down on his leg again, how could it feel even worse now?
The second attempt had the same result.
It was after that attempt that, through the pain fogging his mind, he noticed another large group of people run over to the truck and then finally lift it off of him. Someone, either him or someone else pulled him out from underneath.
The pain significantly lessened then, but it was still coating his mind, making him delirious with pain. The edges of his vision were growing more with black dots, and then he was out.