Bosco had never been so scared in his life. Not ever. He had bolted
between Sully and Davis, nearly knocking Davis off of his feet. Which
wasn't an easy task for a 5'9" officer such as Bosco. He dodged between
other awe-struck officers and jumped over any other obstacle in his way. It
was only 30 yards or so, but the closer he got to the victim the farther
away he seemed. As he ran his eyes confirmed what was his worst fear -
Raeanne was lying on the ground. She was motionless, her skin was pale, but
her eyes were still open. The female officer was lying next to her, her
arms thrown around Raeanne to throw her out of harm's way. The cameraman
was sobbing a few feet away, his camera thrown on the ground.
Other officers were busy administrating first aid. Bosco finally reached his girlfriend, breathing shallowly from his sprint. He kneeled down next to an officer from the 68th Precinct. He was taking Raeanne's pulse as other officers rushed toward other victims. Bosco pushed the officer out of the way, careless to apologize. The officer started to protest.
"Please," Bosco said. "This is my girlfriend."
"Alright, man," the officer gave up without a fight.
"Hi, sweetheart," he took a deep breath, holding his head near her chest. He wasn't an expert in first aid, but her pulse was still going strong. He felt something warm and sticky on his hand. He glanced down to see his hand lying in a small puddle of blood. It was sliding from underneath Raeanne's body. Bosco looked up in alarm. "Where the fuck are the paramedics?! I need some paramedics!"
"They're coming," the young officer assured him. Bosco took Raeanne's hand in his and squeezed it gently.
"Hi, Bos," she gave a half-attempt at a smile. Her lips weren't as colored as usual. Instead, a drained pink took its spot.
"Hi," he smiled, relieved she was at least talking to him. "Where does it hurt?"
"I can't feel anything," she answered, sounding lost and scared. Her green eyes were spilling tears by the second. Bosco gently wiped them away, then kissed her hand gently. He closed his eyes at the touch of her clammy skin. He forced a smile.
"The paramedics are coming, I promise," he felt tears springing into his own eyes. He was so scared. For her, for the officer lying still next to her and not responding, and for him. What would he do without her? The thought made him jerk his head up again. "I need some Goddamn paramedics! Where are the paramedics?!"
"I see them!" a nearby officer called out in response. Bosco couldn't see much from his position on the ground. Just the crowd trembling, a few moving around a bit.
"I thought you were going to be co-anchor," Bosco tried to laugh. He could see the blood slowly spreading from her shirt to the black asphalt. "What happened with that?"
"Callaghan lied," she whispered hoarsely. "Bos, I can't feel anything except for your hand. I can't move my legs or anything. What happened to me?"
"Well, sweety, you got yourself into a little bit of a predicament. Nothing the paramedics can't handle, though. They do this shit all the time. Rescue people and take them to the doctors. I wish I could be your hero right now, but I don't know much about that subject," Bosco answered, trying his best to sound up-beat. As if he had been in this situation before. As if it happened everyday. He looked to the officer. The name Morris was embroidered on the pocket of his jacket. "How's she doing, Morris?"
"Not good," Morris mouthed back. Bosco turned back to Raeanne. Her facial expressions seemed to be growing grimmer and grimmer. He gently stroked her hand, hoping that by some miracle the blood would rise to her skin.
"Do you know what happened?"
"I was doing a live report when I heard gunshots. I turned to look to see what was happening, and the next thing I knew you were pushing that cop away. Did Steve get hurt?" she questioned.
"Steve?" Bosco repeated, a confused look spreading across his face.
"My cameraman,"
"He's fine. A little shaken up, I think. He's crying, but some other officers are checking him out to see what's up," he answered, after looking at the cameraman. "I'm more worried about you."
"Where did it hit me?"
"Excuse me!" a voice shouted. Bosco looked up from Raeanne, who was staring back at him intently. He saw Kim, Doc, Carlos, and Alex pushing through the crowd. Carlos and Alex stopped at the fallen officer as Doc and Kim jogged over to Bosco.
"What the hell took you so long?" Bosco snapped.
"They wouldn't let us get through until the scene was secure," Kim sighed, glancing over Raeanne. Her face fell. "Jimmy said she was going to be co-"
"Let's just get her in the bus, Kim," Doc interrupted as he unpackaged saline, morphine, sterile syringes, and various other instruments. Bosco watched from a few feet away as they administered the morphine and various other drugs. He wrapped his arms around his waist and forbade himself from shedding a tear. He only did that at funerals and when he and his mother got in fights. He refused to shed a tear over this girl because she wasn't Angela Boscorelli. And she wasn't going to die.
Other officers were busy administrating first aid. Bosco finally reached his girlfriend, breathing shallowly from his sprint. He kneeled down next to an officer from the 68th Precinct. He was taking Raeanne's pulse as other officers rushed toward other victims. Bosco pushed the officer out of the way, careless to apologize. The officer started to protest.
"Please," Bosco said. "This is my girlfriend."
"Alright, man," the officer gave up without a fight.
"Hi, sweetheart," he took a deep breath, holding his head near her chest. He wasn't an expert in first aid, but her pulse was still going strong. He felt something warm and sticky on his hand. He glanced down to see his hand lying in a small puddle of blood. It was sliding from underneath Raeanne's body. Bosco looked up in alarm. "Where the fuck are the paramedics?! I need some paramedics!"
"They're coming," the young officer assured him. Bosco took Raeanne's hand in his and squeezed it gently.
"Hi, Bos," she gave a half-attempt at a smile. Her lips weren't as colored as usual. Instead, a drained pink took its spot.
"Hi," he smiled, relieved she was at least talking to him. "Where does it hurt?"
"I can't feel anything," she answered, sounding lost and scared. Her green eyes were spilling tears by the second. Bosco gently wiped them away, then kissed her hand gently. He closed his eyes at the touch of her clammy skin. He forced a smile.
"The paramedics are coming, I promise," he felt tears springing into his own eyes. He was so scared. For her, for the officer lying still next to her and not responding, and for him. What would he do without her? The thought made him jerk his head up again. "I need some Goddamn paramedics! Where are the paramedics?!"
"I see them!" a nearby officer called out in response. Bosco couldn't see much from his position on the ground. Just the crowd trembling, a few moving around a bit.
"I thought you were going to be co-anchor," Bosco tried to laugh. He could see the blood slowly spreading from her shirt to the black asphalt. "What happened with that?"
"Callaghan lied," she whispered hoarsely. "Bos, I can't feel anything except for your hand. I can't move my legs or anything. What happened to me?"
"Well, sweety, you got yourself into a little bit of a predicament. Nothing the paramedics can't handle, though. They do this shit all the time. Rescue people and take them to the doctors. I wish I could be your hero right now, but I don't know much about that subject," Bosco answered, trying his best to sound up-beat. As if he had been in this situation before. As if it happened everyday. He looked to the officer. The name Morris was embroidered on the pocket of his jacket. "How's she doing, Morris?"
"Not good," Morris mouthed back. Bosco turned back to Raeanne. Her facial expressions seemed to be growing grimmer and grimmer. He gently stroked her hand, hoping that by some miracle the blood would rise to her skin.
"Do you know what happened?"
"I was doing a live report when I heard gunshots. I turned to look to see what was happening, and the next thing I knew you were pushing that cop away. Did Steve get hurt?" she questioned.
"Steve?" Bosco repeated, a confused look spreading across his face.
"My cameraman,"
"He's fine. A little shaken up, I think. He's crying, but some other officers are checking him out to see what's up," he answered, after looking at the cameraman. "I'm more worried about you."
"Where did it hit me?"
"Excuse me!" a voice shouted. Bosco looked up from Raeanne, who was staring back at him intently. He saw Kim, Doc, Carlos, and Alex pushing through the crowd. Carlos and Alex stopped at the fallen officer as Doc and Kim jogged over to Bosco.
"What the hell took you so long?" Bosco snapped.
"They wouldn't let us get through until the scene was secure," Kim sighed, glancing over Raeanne. Her face fell. "Jimmy said she was going to be co-"
"Let's just get her in the bus, Kim," Doc interrupted as he unpackaged saline, morphine, sterile syringes, and various other instruments. Bosco watched from a few feet away as they administered the morphine and various other drugs. He wrapped his arms around his waist and forbade himself from shedding a tear. He only did that at funerals and when he and his mother got in fights. He refused to shed a tear over this girl because she wasn't Angela Boscorelli. And she wasn't going to die.