Talk to Me
Chapter 4
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Keep in mind I have no medical background.
Also, I have no experience with being drunk or hung over, so if I'm a little off with some of the problems associated with that please forgive me.
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Faith parked the car outside of Bosco's apartment building, and went around the car to help her drunken partner out of the car. "Come on Bosco."
"Comfurable righ' here," he slurred.
Faith sighed, and reached down to swing his legs out of the car. She then grabbed his good hand, and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go Bos."
She swung his arm over her shoulders, and grabbed him around the waist. After fifteen minutes Faith had finally managed to half drag half carry Bosco to his apartment.
"Couch or bed?" She asked him.
"Bathroom," he replied as he put his hand over his mouth and staggered toward the bathroom. Faith shuddered as she heard him throw-up. She went into the bathroom to find him kneeling on the floor worshipping the porcelain god.
Faith dampened a washcloth she found on the towel rack, and wiped Bosco's flushed face. "Feel better?"
"No," and once again Bosco was emptying the contents of his stomach. Faith sat down on the edge of the bathtub, and rubbed his back, as he got sick over and over again. When the vomiting was replaced by dry heaves Faith helped Bosco to the couch in the living room.
"Now stay put." Faith instructed as she went into the kitchen. A few minutes later she reappeared with a bag of ice. "Let me see your hand." He held out his right hand, which was purple, swollen, and shaking. "Oh Bos," Faith said softly. He flinched when she touched his hand. "Tomorrow I'm taking you to get an x-ray, but for now you'll just have to settle with ice." She handed him the bag. "You want to lay down?"
He shook his head no. "I'm going to get you some water." She headed back into the kitchen. Bosco slouched further into the couch, and rested his head on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes.
"Drink some of this." Faith handed him a glass of water.
"Don't wanna."
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you."
He lifted his head, and took a drink of the water. "You feeling any better?"
"A little. But if I puke again do me a favor and shoot me." He moaned, and leaned his head back. "My head hurts."
"That's what you get. Hey where's your phone?"
"I don't know."
Faith looked around for the phone. When she couldn't find it she found the charger for the phone, and pushed the pager button. After five beeps she finally found the phone underneath a pair of jeans that were in a heap next to his bedroom door. "How on earth did your phone end up here?"
Bosco shrugged.
She walked into the kitchen with the phone, and dialed the station. The desk sergeant patched her through to the Lieutenant. "Hey Lieu, it's Yokas. I found Bosco."
"Good. Where was he? Is he alright?"
"Well, he's as good as can be expected seeing as he's drunk."
"How's his hand?"
"It's bad. I've got him icing it now, and tomorrow I'll take him to get it checked out. Lieu I was wondering if you could give me and Bos a couple days off?"
"We're pretty short-handed Faith."
"I doubt Bosco's going to be able to work with his hand, and I don't think he should be alone."
"Yeah, OK. I'll find somebody to cover you."
"Thanks Lieu."
Faith walked back into the living room to find Bosco out-cold. He was on his stomach, his injured hand propped up on the end of the couch, his left arm hanging over the side and his head barely on the cushion. She went into his bedroom, pulled the comforter off his bed, and gently covered him with it. "'Night Bos."
*****
It was noon when Faith drew back the curtains to let the sun into the living room. The light caused Bosco to wake up. "Owww. That's bright." He shielded his eyes from the light. "Can you close that?"
"We need some light in here Bosco."
"Geez. You don't have to yell."
"I'm not. It's called a hangover."
He sat up, and ran a hand through his hair. "Been a long time since I've felt like this." Bosco started to push himself off the couch when he felt the pain in his right hand. "Damn!" He cradled his hand against his body.
"You OK?" Faith asked as she stepped closer to him.
"What'd I do to my hand?"
"Don't you remember?"
"You think I would've asked if I did?"
"Yesterday you were a little upset and punched your locker."
Bosco searched his memory. "Oh. That was after you set me up with that shrink right?"
"Why don't you shower, then I'll take you to get your hand x-rayed."
"Whatever."