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"Eddie!" Buck screamed, strangers' hands grasping at his shoulders to pull him back.
"Let me-"
"Sir, you need-"
"That's my friend in there." The hands holding him back tugged harder. He flailed. "Please, that's my..." he trailed off, searching for a sign of movement. "That's my Eddie," He found a way to slip out of the hands holding him back, not stopping when he heard the panicked shouting from behind him.
There was only Eddie.
Eddie underneath the rubble.
His hands grasped onto concrete, letting it hit the ground behind him. He heard groaning from beneath the pile.
"Eddie!"
"Buck?"