Bosco was nearly dancing as he traveled down the hospital hallway. It
had been exactly 15 days since Raeanne had been shot. She was doing
incredibly well (the doctors were "simply stunned" by her progress) and had
been walking with the aid of nurses and specialists for a little more than
a week. Sure there had been some scary moments in the days, like when her
lung gave out a mere 10 minutes after Bosco had first seen her since the
accident, and when she had profusely continued to try walking to her
private bathroom by herself. She had gotten to the door one late night and
Donovan had found her the next morning, passed out on the floor. But Bosco
knew Raeanne wasn't a quitter.
Besides, it was Christmas Eve and he hadn't seen her in 4 days. The doctor's were predicting that Raeanne would be able to walk with the aid of a walker on New Year's. She might even be able to walk out of the hospital by the second week of January. She didn't know it yet, but Bosco wanted it that way. It would be a great belated Christmas present in his opinion.
He paused outside of her door long enough to re-arrange the roses he held in his hand. He had brought her fresh flowers every other visit but he figured she'd be getting awfully tired of carnations - even if they were different colors for the majority. He smiled to himself and entered the room.
"Good-" he stopped in the middle of his cheerful greeting. Why was he staring at an empty bed? His heart began to pump more blood as he searched the room floor to ceiling for Raeanne. She couldn't have possibly been released already... Could she? Bosco sat on her neatly-made bed and picked up the phone. He dialed down to the nurses' station, demanding an explanation. Then he waited patiently for Dr. Ayden Geoffers to arrive. Bosco didn't waste a second once the doctor set foot inside the room. "Where is she?"
"We had to transfer her," Dr. Geoffers stated nervously. He twiddled his pudgy thumbs together. He wasn't tall, 5'6" maybe, but he made up for his height in size. He was thick around the middle, balding in all the wrong spots, and wore thick trifocals.
"Where?" Bosco crossed his arms.
"Mr. Boscorelli, I assure you that we are doing all we can to help Ms. Spangler. But her condition is rather fragile at this point, and we're trying to figure out what exactly happened," Dr. Geoffers plastered a smile on his face.
"What happened to her?" Bosco took a deep breath and tried not to shout at the top of his lungs. Why was it so hard to get answers from the damn doctors in this God forsaken place?
"3 days ago at 12:46 AM Miss Spangler woke up in a state of confusion and started asking for a man named Mike Callaghan. We were able to calm her down easily, so we assumed that she was just delirious from her medications and the overwhelming crisis she's been through. A few hours on, her intern came in to check to see if she bad been urinating in her bedpan, and he found dark urine. We gave her more fluids and the urine seemed to lighten, so we assumed it was dehydration. This morning she complained of itching and Donovan noticed that her skin and eyes were beginning to yellow,"
"She has an infection?" Bosco hissed.
"Hepatitis C to be more specific. It's evolved into liver disease," the doctor stated softly.
"I thought Hepatitis C took years to develop. Isn't that why it's the silent epidemic?" Bosco felt his body start to shake. This was bullshit. Every last word of it. Some wiseass decided to pay off a doctor to come and see how far he could push Boscorelli's buttons. That's all it was.
"Nine percent of Hepatitis C victims will encounter a rapidly progressing form of the disease," Geoffers spouted off. He was just a fountain of knowledge. "We believe that the disease was able to spread more rapidly due to her state of being after the gunshot."
"How exactly did she get this?" Bosco buried his heads into his hands. His heart was breaking for her, moment by moment. What the fuck did she do to deserve something like this? First a gunshot, and now Hepatitis?
"A tainted pint of blood was given to her during the transfusion. We believe that the donor was unaware of his or her condition when they gave the blood,"
"What are you doing for her?" Bosco wiped away a tear.
"She's being prepared for a liver transplant,"
"Will that get rid of it?" Bosco didn't even want to say the name of the disease. It was a disgusting word that made him cringe.
"Unfortunately, she will still have the Hepatitis. It will be with her for her entire life, but we have medications to battle the disease. Unfortunately, this is the type of disease that will never leave her body. The medication will only help to battle it,"
That wasn't what he needed to hear.
Besides, it was Christmas Eve and he hadn't seen her in 4 days. The doctor's were predicting that Raeanne would be able to walk with the aid of a walker on New Year's. She might even be able to walk out of the hospital by the second week of January. She didn't know it yet, but Bosco wanted it that way. It would be a great belated Christmas present in his opinion.
He paused outside of her door long enough to re-arrange the roses he held in his hand. He had brought her fresh flowers every other visit but he figured she'd be getting awfully tired of carnations - even if they were different colors for the majority. He smiled to himself and entered the room.
"Good-" he stopped in the middle of his cheerful greeting. Why was he staring at an empty bed? His heart began to pump more blood as he searched the room floor to ceiling for Raeanne. She couldn't have possibly been released already... Could she? Bosco sat on her neatly-made bed and picked up the phone. He dialed down to the nurses' station, demanding an explanation. Then he waited patiently for Dr. Ayden Geoffers to arrive. Bosco didn't waste a second once the doctor set foot inside the room. "Where is she?"
"We had to transfer her," Dr. Geoffers stated nervously. He twiddled his pudgy thumbs together. He wasn't tall, 5'6" maybe, but he made up for his height in size. He was thick around the middle, balding in all the wrong spots, and wore thick trifocals.
"Where?" Bosco crossed his arms.
"Mr. Boscorelli, I assure you that we are doing all we can to help Ms. Spangler. But her condition is rather fragile at this point, and we're trying to figure out what exactly happened," Dr. Geoffers plastered a smile on his face.
"What happened to her?" Bosco took a deep breath and tried not to shout at the top of his lungs. Why was it so hard to get answers from the damn doctors in this God forsaken place?
"3 days ago at 12:46 AM Miss Spangler woke up in a state of confusion and started asking for a man named Mike Callaghan. We were able to calm her down easily, so we assumed that she was just delirious from her medications and the overwhelming crisis she's been through. A few hours on, her intern came in to check to see if she bad been urinating in her bedpan, and he found dark urine. We gave her more fluids and the urine seemed to lighten, so we assumed it was dehydration. This morning she complained of itching and Donovan noticed that her skin and eyes were beginning to yellow,"
"She has an infection?" Bosco hissed.
"Hepatitis C to be more specific. It's evolved into liver disease," the doctor stated softly.
"I thought Hepatitis C took years to develop. Isn't that why it's the silent epidemic?" Bosco felt his body start to shake. This was bullshit. Every last word of it. Some wiseass decided to pay off a doctor to come and see how far he could push Boscorelli's buttons. That's all it was.
"Nine percent of Hepatitis C victims will encounter a rapidly progressing form of the disease," Geoffers spouted off. He was just a fountain of knowledge. "We believe that the disease was able to spread more rapidly due to her state of being after the gunshot."
"How exactly did she get this?" Bosco buried his heads into his hands. His heart was breaking for her, moment by moment. What the fuck did she do to deserve something like this? First a gunshot, and now Hepatitis?
"A tainted pint of blood was given to her during the transfusion. We believe that the donor was unaware of his or her condition when they gave the blood,"
"What are you doing for her?" Bosco wiped away a tear.
"She's being prepared for a liver transplant,"
"Will that get rid of it?" Bosco didn't even want to say the name of the disease. It was a disgusting word that made him cringe.
"Unfortunately, she will still have the Hepatitis. It will be with her for her entire life, but we have medications to battle the disease. Unfortunately, this is the type of disease that will never leave her body. The medication will only help to battle it,"
That wasn't what he needed to hear.