When all the falling was done and over with Fraiser tried to turn to his
left side but was forced to turn back to his back.
He noticed that all was too quiet so he tried again this time he slowly started to rise up to a sitting position. He quickly
checked out his shoulder and know that he probible dislocated it. Fraiser then shifted to his right and saw Bosco lieing there
motionless. Fraiser quickly shifted over to him and rolled Bosco over on to his back, thats when Fraiser noticed a large
gash on Bosco's forehead, Fraiser placed his hand on Bosco's right shoulder forgetting that he had taken a bullet there. When
Fraiser felt a warm slippery feeling under his fingers, he then slowly lefted his hand and saw that his hand was full of blood and it
was fresh. He glanced down at the unconscious Bosco Fraiser know that if he didn't stop the flow of blood Bosco would go into
shock and if it goes on then he would die. Taking his handkerchief he gently placed it on Bosco's wound and pressed down, living
with the Indians for a few months tought him a great deal of how to treat wounds. When Fraiser presse down Bosco began to
stur. Bosco let out a moan then opened his eyes. "Where are we?" Fraiser looked down at Bosco and knew that it would be easy
to answer that. " Where in the basement of the old warehouse. You've also been shot and have a nasty gash on your head, and
I have a dislocated shoulder,I'm without a gun and yours is somewhere." Fraiser then got up to survey more of the room." Where
are you going, don't leave me here." Bosco told Fraiser as he grabed at Fraiser's RCMP uniform coat.
He noticed that all was too quiet so he tried again this time he slowly started to rise up to a sitting position. He quickly
checked out his shoulder and know that he probible dislocated it. Fraiser then shifted to his right and saw Bosco lieing there
motionless. Fraiser quickly shifted over to him and rolled Bosco over on to his back, thats when Fraiser noticed a large
gash on Bosco's forehead, Fraiser placed his hand on Bosco's right shoulder forgetting that he had taken a bullet there. When
Fraiser felt a warm slippery feeling under his fingers, he then slowly lefted his hand and saw that his hand was full of blood and it
was fresh. He glanced down at the unconscious Bosco Fraiser know that if he didn't stop the flow of blood Bosco would go into
shock and if it goes on then he would die. Taking his handkerchief he gently placed it on Bosco's wound and pressed down, living
with the Indians for a few months tought him a great deal of how to treat wounds. When Fraiser presse down Bosco began to
stur. Bosco let out a moan then opened his eyes. "Where are we?" Fraiser looked down at Bosco and knew that it would be easy
to answer that. " Where in the basement of the old warehouse. You've also been shot and have a nasty gash on your head, and
I have a dislocated shoulder,I'm without a gun and yours is somewhere." Fraiser then got up to survey more of the room." Where
are you going, don't leave me here." Bosco told Fraiser as he grabed at Fraiser's RCMP uniform coat.
