It had only been a few hours since Bosco had woken up in a cold sweat
with a hangover adorning his head and found himself in the Yokas household.
It had been 3 days since Raeanne's liver transplant. Every hour, on the
hour, Bosco had wrapped his hands around his gold cross on a chain and
closed his eyes to pray for her safety. No matter how hard he prayed, she
never seemed to get any better. He had spent Christmas watching her grip at
her stomach and knead it repeatedly to ease the pain. He felt the agony she
felt whenever she doubled over in her cramped bed because of the lightning
that shot up and down her body, shedding tears because of the pain. He had
watched her suffer hours of torture and he couldn't help her this time.
Every time she had finally fallen asleep because of exhaustion Bosco would
ask one of her specialists if anything was improving. He could tell just by
their pressed lips and avoiding gaze that nothing was.
It had only been a few hours since Dr. Geoffers told him she would need another liver transplant. The donation she was currently struggling with was failing her body and if they didn't change it as soon as possible there was "a very real possibility" she would die. Bosco had gritted his teeth and held his chin up when the doctor explained that the second surgery would be dangerous because her immune system was already fighting to stay alive with the liver. If she even encountered the smallest infection directly after surgery, it could take over her body. Much like her Hepatitis.
"You like that one, Bos?" Faith's voice sliced through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. He looked up. He hadn't noticed that he had been staring absently into a one karat white diamond and twirling it around on his fingers. The diamond was surrounded by a small ring of sapphires and canary yellow diamonds.
The jeweler was eyeing the engagement ring greedily, a look playing on her face that clearly said "Are you giving that back? Unless you're paying for that, I'd really like if you gave that back to me. Now would be good."
"It's okay," Bosco answered, handing the ring back to the jeweler. She let a small sigh escape from her lips as she cradled it in her hands. She gently slid it back into its box, as careful as a mother with a newborn. Faith and Bosco glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. A small smile crept onto Bosco's lips.
"I think you'd be happier with these selections of fine engagement rings," the woman smiled, leading them to a much smaller case. All of the engagement rings had smaller stones and nearly all of them had no other decorative stones on them. So much cheaper, but so bland. Bosco quickly looked over his attire - sneakers, jeans, a red sweater, and a leather jacket. He delivered a simple glare to the jeweler.
"Actually, I think I liked the other rings better," he smiled, a sickeningly sweet tone ringing in his voice. Faith followed him to the other selection of rings.
"Well, I'm afraid these rings might extend past your budget, sir" the jeweler said breathily. "These rings are top of the line and run very expensive."
"The only time you need to worry about my money is when I'm handing you the check, alright?" Bosco snapped. The jeweler nodded briskly, not showing the least bit of remorse. Faith bit her smile back as she and her best friend glanced over the assortment of rings. His eyes kept traveling back to a .62 carat, round, princess-cut diamond center stone. On each side of the diamond sat two diamonds in a four-prong setting. It was the most beautiful one in the display, but also one of the most expensive. Even on sale for $1,250 he wasn't sure if he could afford it.
"Can you afford that, Bos?" Faith spoke up. Bosco smiled at her in bewilderment. It never ceased to amaze him when she could read his thoughts... Or at least his obvious expressions. Bosco took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. Am I crazy for doing this? I just met this girl 3 weeks ago. He felt adrenaline start to surge through his veins as he thought about the short time they had been together. But she's not just any girl, she's an amazing human. He opened his eyes and reached into his back pocket.
"I have a credit card I've only used twice," he smiled assuringly. Without hesitation he slid the plastic across the counter to the jeweler. He could almost see the dollar signs in her eyes. Bosco tapped the glass above the ring as he thought about her hands. So small, so delicate. Even smaller since she had been in the hospital. But, she was going to get better and fill back out into her original shape. "Size 7 1/2."
Bosco opened the gray velvet box the moment he stepped outside of the store. It was almost surreal, what he was doing. He never really pictured himself standing at the alter. Living with a girl and growing old together, sure. There wasn't any real commitment behind that particular idea, but being someone's husband... That would be a different story. Bosco slapped himself mentally. He didn't know if she would say yes, what was he getting all worked up about?
"That's a really great ring, Bos," Faith told him, gazing over his shoulder. He ran his forefingers over the ring. Over the sparkling diamonds, onto the precious gold. "I wish Fred would buy me a ring like that."
"I wouldn't have bought it for anyone else," Bosco snapped the box shut, stuffing it into his jacket pocket and zipping it up. He stepped onto the street partially, lifting his hand to hail a taxi. "She deserves to be spoiled."
"I hope you didn't buy it just because you feel sorry for her," Faith's eyes widened slightly.
"Why the hell would I do something stupid like that?"
"I'm not saying you would. But, you haven't known Raeanne for very long and she's in the hospital. I know you care for her, but it could be real easy to mix up your emotions because someone you care for is injured. You might want to be with her one minute, but when she's better you might not want anything to do with her because she's not depending on you," Faith offered gently. A cab pulled up the curb.
"I know I haven't known her that long," Bosco replied defensively, opening the back door and ushering Faith inside. He took the seat next to her and shut the door with a small slam. "And I know that I'll still feel for her the way I do know when she's able to leave the hospital. She'll always depend on me, I'll always depend on her."
"Bos,"
"When did you know Fred was the one?" the fiery cop lifted his head in defiance. Faith's eyes traveled to the burgundy carpeting of the yellow Ford.
"Where to?" the cabby asked, pulling away.
"Angel of Mercy," Bosco answered. "Faith? When did you know Fred was the one and that you loved him?"
"A few months after we met," Faith answered in a small and inferior voice. "I just sort of knew, alright? He didn't sweep me off my feet like I expected. It grew. I saw it coming from a mile away."
"Well," Bosco's tone didn't soften any. "I knew the day I met her. When she asked us to update her, I felt this thing inside me. It told me she was special. And you know what? It was right."
It had only been a few hours since Dr. Geoffers told him she would need another liver transplant. The donation she was currently struggling with was failing her body and if they didn't change it as soon as possible there was "a very real possibility" she would die. Bosco had gritted his teeth and held his chin up when the doctor explained that the second surgery would be dangerous because her immune system was already fighting to stay alive with the liver. If she even encountered the smallest infection directly after surgery, it could take over her body. Much like her Hepatitis.
"You like that one, Bos?" Faith's voice sliced through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. He looked up. He hadn't noticed that he had been staring absently into a one karat white diamond and twirling it around on his fingers. The diamond was surrounded by a small ring of sapphires and canary yellow diamonds.
The jeweler was eyeing the engagement ring greedily, a look playing on her face that clearly said "Are you giving that back? Unless you're paying for that, I'd really like if you gave that back to me. Now would be good."
"It's okay," Bosco answered, handing the ring back to the jeweler. She let a small sigh escape from her lips as she cradled it in her hands. She gently slid it back into its box, as careful as a mother with a newborn. Faith and Bosco glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. A small smile crept onto Bosco's lips.
"I think you'd be happier with these selections of fine engagement rings," the woman smiled, leading them to a much smaller case. All of the engagement rings had smaller stones and nearly all of them had no other decorative stones on them. So much cheaper, but so bland. Bosco quickly looked over his attire - sneakers, jeans, a red sweater, and a leather jacket. He delivered a simple glare to the jeweler.
"Actually, I think I liked the other rings better," he smiled, a sickeningly sweet tone ringing in his voice. Faith followed him to the other selection of rings.
"Well, I'm afraid these rings might extend past your budget, sir" the jeweler said breathily. "These rings are top of the line and run very expensive."
"The only time you need to worry about my money is when I'm handing you the check, alright?" Bosco snapped. The jeweler nodded briskly, not showing the least bit of remorse. Faith bit her smile back as she and her best friend glanced over the assortment of rings. His eyes kept traveling back to a .62 carat, round, princess-cut diamond center stone. On each side of the diamond sat two diamonds in a four-prong setting. It was the most beautiful one in the display, but also one of the most expensive. Even on sale for $1,250 he wasn't sure if he could afford it.
"Can you afford that, Bos?" Faith spoke up. Bosco smiled at her in bewilderment. It never ceased to amaze him when she could read his thoughts... Or at least his obvious expressions. Bosco took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. Am I crazy for doing this? I just met this girl 3 weeks ago. He felt adrenaline start to surge through his veins as he thought about the short time they had been together. But she's not just any girl, she's an amazing human. He opened his eyes and reached into his back pocket.
"I have a credit card I've only used twice," he smiled assuringly. Without hesitation he slid the plastic across the counter to the jeweler. He could almost see the dollar signs in her eyes. Bosco tapped the glass above the ring as he thought about her hands. So small, so delicate. Even smaller since she had been in the hospital. But, she was going to get better and fill back out into her original shape. "Size 7 1/2."
Bosco opened the gray velvet box the moment he stepped outside of the store. It was almost surreal, what he was doing. He never really pictured himself standing at the alter. Living with a girl and growing old together, sure. There wasn't any real commitment behind that particular idea, but being someone's husband... That would be a different story. Bosco slapped himself mentally. He didn't know if she would say yes, what was he getting all worked up about?
"That's a really great ring, Bos," Faith told him, gazing over his shoulder. He ran his forefingers over the ring. Over the sparkling diamonds, onto the precious gold. "I wish Fred would buy me a ring like that."
"I wouldn't have bought it for anyone else," Bosco snapped the box shut, stuffing it into his jacket pocket and zipping it up. He stepped onto the street partially, lifting his hand to hail a taxi. "She deserves to be spoiled."
"I hope you didn't buy it just because you feel sorry for her," Faith's eyes widened slightly.
"Why the hell would I do something stupid like that?"
"I'm not saying you would. But, you haven't known Raeanne for very long and she's in the hospital. I know you care for her, but it could be real easy to mix up your emotions because someone you care for is injured. You might want to be with her one minute, but when she's better you might not want anything to do with her because she's not depending on you," Faith offered gently. A cab pulled up the curb.
"I know I haven't known her that long," Bosco replied defensively, opening the back door and ushering Faith inside. He took the seat next to her and shut the door with a small slam. "And I know that I'll still feel for her the way I do know when she's able to leave the hospital. She'll always depend on me, I'll always depend on her."
"Bos,"
"When did you know Fred was the one?" the fiery cop lifted his head in defiance. Faith's eyes traveled to the burgundy carpeting of the yellow Ford.
"Where to?" the cabby asked, pulling away.
"Angel of Mercy," Bosco answered. "Faith? When did you know Fred was the one and that you loved him?"
"A few months after we met," Faith answered in a small and inferior voice. "I just sort of knew, alright? He didn't sweep me off my feet like I expected. It grew. I saw it coming from a mile away."
"Well," Bosco's tone didn't soften any. "I knew the day I met her. When she asked us to update her, I felt this thing inside me. It told me she was special. And you know what? It was right."