Talk to Me
Part 5
Faith took Bosco over to St. Vincent's to get his hand x-rayed. Her first thought was to take him to Mercy, but she decided she didn't want to risk running into anyone they knew.
When they arrived at the hospital Faith followed Bosco up to the registration desk. He hadn't said much to her since they left his apartment. She hoped it was because he was still hung over, and just didn't feel like talking.
The nurse handed Bosco a clipboard and a pen, and sent him over to the chairs to fill out the paperwork. Faith watched as Bosco tried to grip the pen in his swollen and bruised right hand. She heard him hiss with pain as he tried to write his name. Faith reached over and removed the pen from his grasp. She then took the clipboard, and began filling out the forms for him.
Bosco watched in amazement as Faith completed the first page, and flipped to the second. The only question she had asked for help on was his social security number, but everything else including family medical history she answered without hesitation.
She felt Bosco looking at her, and met his gaze. "How do you know so much about me?"
She shrugged. "I listen when you talk." Faith then went back to filling out the paperwork.
He was deep in thought. "Man, I swear I listen when she talks. But I'd never be able to fill out her medical history or anything. As soon as I'm back on the job I'm going to have to work on paying more attention."
"Bos? Bosco?" Faith was talking to him. "Earth to Bosco!"
Good thing he wasn't planning on paying more attention to her now, because he would have failed his first test. "Uh, yeah. What?"
"Do you have your insurance card?"
"Oh, yeah." He reached into his pocket for his wallet. Bosco held the wallet in his left hand, and fumbled it as he tried to pull out the card.
"Here. I'll get it."
He handed Faith his wallet. "Thanks."
Faith finished the forms, and took them back up to the desk. It was only a few minutes until his name was called. "You want me to go with you?"
"I'm a big boy Faith. I think I can handle it." He saw the look on her face. His words had hurt her; all she wanted to do was help him. Why did he keep pushing her away? "On second thought, I could use the company."
Faith followed him into the exam room. The doctor came in, and examined Bosco's hand. "Damn! Do you have to do that?!" Bosco yelled at him as he moved Bosco's fingers and palpated the area.
"Yeah. Actually I do. It's part of being a doctor. Let's go get an x-ray." Bosco hopped off the exam table, and followed the doctor.
"I'll wait here," Faith called.
Ten minutes later Bosco came back into the room. "You OK Bos?" He was holding an ice pack to his hand.
"Why is it that when they know your hand hurts like hell they keep twisting it and turning it to get those damn x-rays? If it wasn't broken before I'm sure it is now." He said as he sat back down on the exam table.
The doctor came in carrying the x-rays. "Looks like you have a few broken bones."
"No kidding?" Bosco said sarcastically. "I wouldn't have guessed that."
The doctor ignored him. "You have two broken fingers, and two broken bones in your hand. You also have a chipped knuckle."
"So he needs a cast then?" asked Faith.
"Due to the nature of the breaks were going to put you in a protective splint. I don't really see the need for a cast. I'm also going to put you in a sling. I want to keep your hand slightly elevated, and isolated."
Bosco just nodded.
After the splint, and sling were fitted Bosco was given a prescription for painkillers, and was sent on his way. He picked up his jacket, and attempted to put it on. Faith watched as her partner got frustrated when he couldn't get it on properly. She laughed. "Give me that." She grabbed the jacket from him, and held it open for him to put his left arm in. Then she swung it around his right shoulder, and zipped it for him.
"It's official. I'm helpless."
"What? You didn't know? I got that memo a long time ago." He took a playful swing at her.
Faith put her arm through her partner's. "Let's get you home."
*****
It was weird. He woke up with a hangover, and when he remembered the incident with the shrink he was angry. He was angry at Faith for going behind his back, but then when he thought about it he knew that he wouldn't have been very approachable. She had asked him if he was all right; told him he wasn't himself. He hadn't wanted to hear it.
He knew she was just looking out for him; that she cared about him. Not just as a partner, but as a friend. He hoped that if the situation had been reversed he would have done the same for her.
But right now, as she drove him back to his apartment, he wasn't angry anymore. He was happy in a strange far off kind of way, but he also felt guilty. He felt guilty because he was alive, and Glen wasn't. How could he be here in the wake of his friend's death, and be happy? He was here, alive, with his partner, his best friend; but Glen was gone.
Even though he felt guilty it was a comforting feeling to be with Faith. She was looking after him because she cared about him, not because she felt she had to. But he kept thinking; if he had been a better friend to Glen maybe he could have helped him. Maybe he would still be alive.
****
She was amazed, and relieved as she drove him home. She thought for sure he was going to be pissed at her all day. Add the fact that he drank way too much last night, and was hung over. Faith never expected that right now they would be sitting in a comfortable silence. There was no tension in the car like there had been earlier. She hoped he knew how much she cared about him. Maybe if he realized that, he would open up to her and tell her what was going on inside his head. He wasn't the same Bosco that she had worked with days before. He was disturbed by the death of his mentor, his friend. It couldn't be easy for him, but she made herself a promise that she wouldn't push him. He would talk to her when he was ready, he always did. She just had to be patient.
Part 5
Faith took Bosco over to St. Vincent's to get his hand x-rayed. Her first thought was to take him to Mercy, but she decided she didn't want to risk running into anyone they knew.
When they arrived at the hospital Faith followed Bosco up to the registration desk. He hadn't said much to her since they left his apartment. She hoped it was because he was still hung over, and just didn't feel like talking.
The nurse handed Bosco a clipboard and a pen, and sent him over to the chairs to fill out the paperwork. Faith watched as Bosco tried to grip the pen in his swollen and bruised right hand. She heard him hiss with pain as he tried to write his name. Faith reached over and removed the pen from his grasp. She then took the clipboard, and began filling out the forms for him.
Bosco watched in amazement as Faith completed the first page, and flipped to the second. The only question she had asked for help on was his social security number, but everything else including family medical history she answered without hesitation.
She felt Bosco looking at her, and met his gaze. "How do you know so much about me?"
She shrugged. "I listen when you talk." Faith then went back to filling out the paperwork.
He was deep in thought. "Man, I swear I listen when she talks. But I'd never be able to fill out her medical history or anything. As soon as I'm back on the job I'm going to have to work on paying more attention."
"Bos? Bosco?" Faith was talking to him. "Earth to Bosco!"
Good thing he wasn't planning on paying more attention to her now, because he would have failed his first test. "Uh, yeah. What?"
"Do you have your insurance card?"
"Oh, yeah." He reached into his pocket for his wallet. Bosco held the wallet in his left hand, and fumbled it as he tried to pull out the card.
"Here. I'll get it."
He handed Faith his wallet. "Thanks."
Faith finished the forms, and took them back up to the desk. It was only a few minutes until his name was called. "You want me to go with you?"
"I'm a big boy Faith. I think I can handle it." He saw the look on her face. His words had hurt her; all she wanted to do was help him. Why did he keep pushing her away? "On second thought, I could use the company."
Faith followed him into the exam room. The doctor came in, and examined Bosco's hand. "Damn! Do you have to do that?!" Bosco yelled at him as he moved Bosco's fingers and palpated the area.
"Yeah. Actually I do. It's part of being a doctor. Let's go get an x-ray." Bosco hopped off the exam table, and followed the doctor.
"I'll wait here," Faith called.
Ten minutes later Bosco came back into the room. "You OK Bos?" He was holding an ice pack to his hand.
"Why is it that when they know your hand hurts like hell they keep twisting it and turning it to get those damn x-rays? If it wasn't broken before I'm sure it is now." He said as he sat back down on the exam table.
The doctor came in carrying the x-rays. "Looks like you have a few broken bones."
"No kidding?" Bosco said sarcastically. "I wouldn't have guessed that."
The doctor ignored him. "You have two broken fingers, and two broken bones in your hand. You also have a chipped knuckle."
"So he needs a cast then?" asked Faith.
"Due to the nature of the breaks were going to put you in a protective splint. I don't really see the need for a cast. I'm also going to put you in a sling. I want to keep your hand slightly elevated, and isolated."
Bosco just nodded.
After the splint, and sling were fitted Bosco was given a prescription for painkillers, and was sent on his way. He picked up his jacket, and attempted to put it on. Faith watched as her partner got frustrated when he couldn't get it on properly. She laughed. "Give me that." She grabbed the jacket from him, and held it open for him to put his left arm in. Then she swung it around his right shoulder, and zipped it for him.
"It's official. I'm helpless."
"What? You didn't know? I got that memo a long time ago." He took a playful swing at her.
Faith put her arm through her partner's. "Let's get you home."
*****
It was weird. He woke up with a hangover, and when he remembered the incident with the shrink he was angry. He was angry at Faith for going behind his back, but then when he thought about it he knew that he wouldn't have been very approachable. She had asked him if he was all right; told him he wasn't himself. He hadn't wanted to hear it.
He knew she was just looking out for him; that she cared about him. Not just as a partner, but as a friend. He hoped that if the situation had been reversed he would have done the same for her.
But right now, as she drove him back to his apartment, he wasn't angry anymore. He was happy in a strange far off kind of way, but he also felt guilty. He felt guilty because he was alive, and Glen wasn't. How could he be here in the wake of his friend's death, and be happy? He was here, alive, with his partner, his best friend; but Glen was gone.
Even though he felt guilty it was a comforting feeling to be with Faith. She was looking after him because she cared about him, not because she felt she had to. But he kept thinking; if he had been a better friend to Glen maybe he could have helped him. Maybe he would still be alive.
****
She was amazed, and relieved as she drove him home. She thought for sure he was going to be pissed at her all day. Add the fact that he drank way too much last night, and was hung over. Faith never expected that right now they would be sitting in a comfortable silence. There was no tension in the car like there had been earlier. She hoped he knew how much she cared about him. Maybe if he realized that, he would open up to her and tell her what was going on inside his head. He wasn't the same Bosco that she had worked with days before. He was disturbed by the death of his mentor, his friend. It couldn't be easy for him, but she made herself a promise that she wouldn't push him. He would talk to her when he was ready, he always did. She just had to be patient.