"Happy anniversary," I stopped staring boredly out of the hospital
window and looked over to the room door. Bosco was standing in the doorway,
his hands behind his back and a broad grin on his lips.
"Hey, there," I smiled tiredly. "What anniversary?"
"It's been exactly two weeks since we met," he chirped as he crossed the room. He placed a kiss on my forehead, then flung his arms out from behind him. There was nothing in his arms.
"You have a hug for me?" I teased. Bosco threw a hand on his hip then scratched his head.
"I don't know where it went," he announced. He glanced down at me, his eyes sparkling. He rubbed his hands together, then blew into them. His face lit up. He slowly reached into his back pocket and brought out a purple handkerchief. "There it is."
"Wow," I marveled for his amusement. He grinned and handed it to me. "You want me to blow my nose or something?"
"Wait, that's not the right one," he took it back, ignoring me. He turned his back for a brief second, then turned back around. The handkerchief was now red with white hearts. I raised an eyebrow. He handed it to me. "Here you go."
"Well, now I can just blow my nose into a pretty one," I rolled my eyes good-naturedly.
"Hold on," he smiled knowingly. He took the handkerchief from me again.
"Are you going to give me my present or what?" I asked haughtily. Bosco folded the piece of cloth into a perfect square, then pressed it into the palm of his hand. He clapped his hands together three times, making the cloth disappear. "Hey, you lost my present, genius."
"No, I see it," Bosco leaned over me for a brief second. I stared at him, taking in every inch of his face. As he recoiled he planted a kiss on my lips, then laid the handkerchief on my legs. It was at least 5 times the size of the original. With a quick wrist snap, he pulled the cloth off of my legs. A bouquet of carnations and a pint of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough were laying on my legs. "Well?"
"Impressive," I nodded. He handed me the flowers. "Where'd you learn how to do that?"
"Well, a magician never tells his secrets. I can get food whenever I want, because I'm Italian," Bosco winked. "Us people live for food."
"Yea, yea," I grinned, swatting him on the arm playfully. He pulled an uncomfortable hospital chair up to my bed and sat down. He took my right hand in his, then rubbed it comfortingly.
"Your hands are cold," he noted.
"I'm always cold,"
"No ice cream for you," he wiggled his eyebrows. My jaw dropped as he took it away from me. I puffed my bottom lip out in an attempt at a pout, then widened my eyes and made myself start to cry. Bosco's eyes immediately softened. He put the pint back on my desk, then handed me the spoon. "How are you feeling today?"
"I want to take a shower, but they won't let me. I'm stuck getting sponge baths from the hot male intern, Donovan. We're on for another hot date tonight," I joked.
"How's your back?" Bos smiled. He laced his fingers through mine and blew onto my hand. The sudden heat sent a chill up my spine. Bosco felt it and grinned.
"It's okay. They say I can start therapy in a few days, so that's good. They said that I might have to have a little bit more of a blood transfusion since I lost so much. But, that's only if I pull a suture or something," I added with a smile. The look of concern didn't leave his face. I ran my hand down his cheek. "Sweety, I'll be fine."
"You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I looked at the clock that was next to the TV, then back at my boyfriend.
"Shouldn't you be getting to work?" I asked. "I don't want to be the only girl who thinks you're hot in that little NYPD getup you have."
"Yea," Bosco sighed. He leaned over and kissed me. "I love you."
"Me, too,"
"Hey, there," I smiled tiredly. "What anniversary?"
"It's been exactly two weeks since we met," he chirped as he crossed the room. He placed a kiss on my forehead, then flung his arms out from behind him. There was nothing in his arms.
"You have a hug for me?" I teased. Bosco threw a hand on his hip then scratched his head.
"I don't know where it went," he announced. He glanced down at me, his eyes sparkling. He rubbed his hands together, then blew into them. His face lit up. He slowly reached into his back pocket and brought out a purple handkerchief. "There it is."
"Wow," I marveled for his amusement. He grinned and handed it to me. "You want me to blow my nose or something?"
"Wait, that's not the right one," he took it back, ignoring me. He turned his back for a brief second, then turned back around. The handkerchief was now red with white hearts. I raised an eyebrow. He handed it to me. "Here you go."
"Well, now I can just blow my nose into a pretty one," I rolled my eyes good-naturedly.
"Hold on," he smiled knowingly. He took the handkerchief from me again.
"Are you going to give me my present or what?" I asked haughtily. Bosco folded the piece of cloth into a perfect square, then pressed it into the palm of his hand. He clapped his hands together three times, making the cloth disappear. "Hey, you lost my present, genius."
"No, I see it," Bosco leaned over me for a brief second. I stared at him, taking in every inch of his face. As he recoiled he planted a kiss on my lips, then laid the handkerchief on my legs. It was at least 5 times the size of the original. With a quick wrist snap, he pulled the cloth off of my legs. A bouquet of carnations and a pint of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough were laying on my legs. "Well?"
"Impressive," I nodded. He handed me the flowers. "Where'd you learn how to do that?"
"Well, a magician never tells his secrets. I can get food whenever I want, because I'm Italian," Bosco winked. "Us people live for food."
"Yea, yea," I grinned, swatting him on the arm playfully. He pulled an uncomfortable hospital chair up to my bed and sat down. He took my right hand in his, then rubbed it comfortingly.
"Your hands are cold," he noted.
"I'm always cold,"
"No ice cream for you," he wiggled his eyebrows. My jaw dropped as he took it away from me. I puffed my bottom lip out in an attempt at a pout, then widened my eyes and made myself start to cry. Bosco's eyes immediately softened. He put the pint back on my desk, then handed me the spoon. "How are you feeling today?"
"I want to take a shower, but they won't let me. I'm stuck getting sponge baths from the hot male intern, Donovan. We're on for another hot date tonight," I joked.
"How's your back?" Bos smiled. He laced his fingers through mine and blew onto my hand. The sudden heat sent a chill up my spine. Bosco felt it and grinned.
"It's okay. They say I can start therapy in a few days, so that's good. They said that I might have to have a little bit more of a blood transfusion since I lost so much. But, that's only if I pull a suture or something," I added with a smile. The look of concern didn't leave his face. I ran my hand down his cheek. "Sweety, I'll be fine."
"You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I looked at the clock that was next to the TV, then back at my boyfriend.
"Shouldn't you be getting to work?" I asked. "I don't want to be the only girl who thinks you're hot in that little NYPD getup you have."
"Yea," Bosco sighed. He leaned over and kissed me. "I love you."
"Me, too,"