Title: Test of Time (2/12)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Author's Note: Okay, I have absolutely no medical background whatsoever, so please don't flame me if anything is off :)
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 2
Bosco's footsteps on the white-tiled floor resounded throughout the nearly deserted hallway of the hospital as he quickly made his way towards the nurse's station. At this hour of the night there were only a few nurses and orderlies to be seen. He turned the corner towards the nurse's station and saw his mother ahead of him speaking to several police officers. Bosco's mind raced a mile a minute. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened. His mother had been too frantic on the phone and he wasn't able to get much out of her. He was surprised she was able to tell him the name of the hospital his younger brother had been taken to. He quickly walked towards the police officers eager to find some answers to the many questions going off in his head.
"Mom." He said softly, his voice easily traveling the few feet to her in the empty hallway.
"Oh, Maurice." His mother said, when she saw him, instantly bursting into tears once more.
"And you are...?" One of the officers said as he turned towards him. His name tag read Officer Stevens.
"Officer Maurice Boscorelli of the 55th Precinct. The man you brought in is my brother. What the hell happened?" He asked them as he tried to comfort his mother.
"I'm Officer Stevens and this is Officer Kobawski. We received a call from dispatch at approximately 11:45 p.m. Two -" The officer began to say before he was interrupted.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Boscorelli? I'm Dr. Lawandi." The man said as the approached the small group gathered in the hall. "I'm the doctor who treated your son."
"Oh, doctor. How is he?" Angela asked her voice a mixture of hope, fear and dread.
"Mr. Boscorelli was brought in with very serious injuries. He's in critical but stable condition at the moment. He has four broken ribs, a shattered pelvis, a fractured wrist and internal bleeding. We brought him into surgery and have done the best we can. He's in a coma as we speak but he can wake up at any given moment."
"Is he going to -" Bosco began before the doctor cut him off.
"It's too soon to tell anything at the moment. As I've said, he's in stable but critical condition. You can see him if you'd like."
"Ma, you go ahead. I'm going to talk to the police officers some more." He told her. He watched her walk off with the doctor before turning back to the two officers before him. "Okay, now what the hell happened?" He asked them.
"Some kids were walking through the park on their way home when they came across him. One of them called it in on their cell phone."
"Any suspects?" Bosco asked.
Officer Stevens shook his head. "Nope, none of them saw anything. It looked as though the victim, your brother, had been there for at least a couple of hours."
"He was lucky those kids came along when they did." Officer Kobawski quipped.
"Yeah, " Bosco said his voice bitter and filled with sarcasm, "Mikey was really lucky tonight. I'm assuming that this is drug-related?"
"Um, no, not to our knowledge. What makes you think that?"
"He was arrested a few weeks ago for drug-possession." Bosco said, informing the police officers.
"Well, it looks like your brother was simply mugged. His body was found out in Central Park, his cash is missing although his ID was still on him. We think that perhaps whoever did this to your brother was interrupted in the process. We'll know more when your brother regains consciousness." Officer Stevens told him, his eyes sympathetic.
Bosco quickly looked away, "Yeah," He mumbled under his breath, " If he wakes up."
"Could you let us know when he does? We're going to have a lot of questions to ask him." Officer Kobawski said, his manner cooler than that of his partner. Bosco simply nodded to them as they got ready to leave his body too numb to do much else. Disbelief at what had happened tonight was causing him to move and think as though he was underwater. He quietly watched the two officers leave. Bosco stood in the empty hall for several moments before he was able to make his legs move. He slowly walked down the deserted hallway in the direction his mother had gone. It was time to see his brother.
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Bosco could hear the various beeps and hisses of the equipment Mikey was hooked up to as he entered the small hospital room. He saw his mother sitting by his bed. Her sobs tore at him. "Mom." He said as he quickly moved towards her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He stared at the man lying in the bed before him, the man who was supposedly his brother, and could barely recognize him.
"Oh, Maurice." His mother wailed. "I don't understand, why would anybody hurt my baby? Mikey was always such a good boy. Everybody loved him. What kind of animal would do this to him? Why?" She asked, breaking down even harder, gasping for breath.
"I don't know, ma." Bosco said quietly as he took in his brother's still form. (But I'm definitely going to find out.) He vowed to himself. He would not allow those perps to run around free and unpunished. They were going to pay for what they had done. He'd make sure of it.
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The sunlight seeping into the room was the first thing that filtered into Bosco's sleep-ridden brain as he opened his eyes, taking in the surroundings of the room he was in. He noted that his mother had finally surcomed to exhaustion and was sleeping in the chair closest to Mikey. Then he looked at Mikey and noticed one more thing; Mikey's eyes were starting to open. He quickly rose out of the uncomfortable chair he'd been sitting in for the past several hours and made his way to his brother's side. "Mikey?" He asked uncertainly, his voice breaking the silence of the room.
"Maurice, what is it?" His mother asked as she opened her eyes.
"Go get a doctor, Mikey's starting to wake up." He told her as he leaned over his baby brother. "Now!" He said when she failed to move. She quickly rose out of her chair and ran out of the room.
"Mikey?" Bosco asked as his brother's eyes finally focused on his face. "Mikey, I need to know what happened. I need you to tell me who did this to you. Can you do that, huh Mikey?" Mikey focused on his big brother standing before him. He could feel the darkness creeping into the corner of his vision, and knew that he had to think quickly. He mouthed the name a few times, trying to get his tongue to obey his brain. Finally, he succeeded, and the lone word rolled off of his tongue and made its way to his brother's ears. "Krychek." Then, the darkness overpowered him and he once again slipped into unconsciousness.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Author's Note: Okay, I have absolutely no medical background whatsoever, so please don't flame me if anything is off :)
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 2
Bosco's footsteps on the white-tiled floor resounded throughout the nearly deserted hallway of the hospital as he quickly made his way towards the nurse's station. At this hour of the night there were only a few nurses and orderlies to be seen. He turned the corner towards the nurse's station and saw his mother ahead of him speaking to several police officers. Bosco's mind raced a mile a minute. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened. His mother had been too frantic on the phone and he wasn't able to get much out of her. He was surprised she was able to tell him the name of the hospital his younger brother had been taken to. He quickly walked towards the police officers eager to find some answers to the many questions going off in his head.
"Mom." He said softly, his voice easily traveling the few feet to her in the empty hallway.
"Oh, Maurice." His mother said, when she saw him, instantly bursting into tears once more.
"And you are...?" One of the officers said as he turned towards him. His name tag read Officer Stevens.
"Officer Maurice Boscorelli of the 55th Precinct. The man you brought in is my brother. What the hell happened?" He asked them as he tried to comfort his mother.
"I'm Officer Stevens and this is Officer Kobawski. We received a call from dispatch at approximately 11:45 p.m. Two -" The officer began to say before he was interrupted.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Boscorelli? I'm Dr. Lawandi." The man said as the approached the small group gathered in the hall. "I'm the doctor who treated your son."
"Oh, doctor. How is he?" Angela asked her voice a mixture of hope, fear and dread.
"Mr. Boscorelli was brought in with very serious injuries. He's in critical but stable condition at the moment. He has four broken ribs, a shattered pelvis, a fractured wrist and internal bleeding. We brought him into surgery and have done the best we can. He's in a coma as we speak but he can wake up at any given moment."
"Is he going to -" Bosco began before the doctor cut him off.
"It's too soon to tell anything at the moment. As I've said, he's in stable but critical condition. You can see him if you'd like."
"Ma, you go ahead. I'm going to talk to the police officers some more." He told her. He watched her walk off with the doctor before turning back to the two officers before him. "Okay, now what the hell happened?" He asked them.
"Some kids were walking through the park on their way home when they came across him. One of them called it in on their cell phone."
"Any suspects?" Bosco asked.
Officer Stevens shook his head. "Nope, none of them saw anything. It looked as though the victim, your brother, had been there for at least a couple of hours."
"He was lucky those kids came along when they did." Officer Kobawski quipped.
"Yeah, " Bosco said his voice bitter and filled with sarcasm, "Mikey was really lucky tonight. I'm assuming that this is drug-related?"
"Um, no, not to our knowledge. What makes you think that?"
"He was arrested a few weeks ago for drug-possession." Bosco said, informing the police officers.
"Well, it looks like your brother was simply mugged. His body was found out in Central Park, his cash is missing although his ID was still on him. We think that perhaps whoever did this to your brother was interrupted in the process. We'll know more when your brother regains consciousness." Officer Stevens told him, his eyes sympathetic.
Bosco quickly looked away, "Yeah," He mumbled under his breath, " If he wakes up."
"Could you let us know when he does? We're going to have a lot of questions to ask him." Officer Kobawski said, his manner cooler than that of his partner. Bosco simply nodded to them as they got ready to leave his body too numb to do much else. Disbelief at what had happened tonight was causing him to move and think as though he was underwater. He quietly watched the two officers leave. Bosco stood in the empty hall for several moments before he was able to make his legs move. He slowly walked down the deserted hallway in the direction his mother had gone. It was time to see his brother.
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Bosco could hear the various beeps and hisses of the equipment Mikey was hooked up to as he entered the small hospital room. He saw his mother sitting by his bed. Her sobs tore at him. "Mom." He said as he quickly moved towards her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He stared at the man lying in the bed before him, the man who was supposedly his brother, and could barely recognize him.
"Oh, Maurice." His mother wailed. "I don't understand, why would anybody hurt my baby? Mikey was always such a good boy. Everybody loved him. What kind of animal would do this to him? Why?" She asked, breaking down even harder, gasping for breath.
"I don't know, ma." Bosco said quietly as he took in his brother's still form. (But I'm definitely going to find out.) He vowed to himself. He would not allow those perps to run around free and unpunished. They were going to pay for what they had done. He'd make sure of it.
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The sunlight seeping into the room was the first thing that filtered into Bosco's sleep-ridden brain as he opened his eyes, taking in the surroundings of the room he was in. He noted that his mother had finally surcomed to exhaustion and was sleeping in the chair closest to Mikey. Then he looked at Mikey and noticed one more thing; Mikey's eyes were starting to open. He quickly rose out of the uncomfortable chair he'd been sitting in for the past several hours and made his way to his brother's side. "Mikey?" He asked uncertainly, his voice breaking the silence of the room.
"Maurice, what is it?" His mother asked as she opened her eyes.
"Go get a doctor, Mikey's starting to wake up." He told her as he leaned over his baby brother. "Now!" He said when she failed to move. She quickly rose out of her chair and ran out of the room.
"Mikey?" Bosco asked as his brother's eyes finally focused on his face. "Mikey, I need to know what happened. I need you to tell me who did this to you. Can you do that, huh Mikey?" Mikey focused on his big brother standing before him. He could feel the darkness creeping into the corner of his vision, and knew that he had to think quickly. He mouthed the name a few times, trying to get his tongue to obey his brain. Finally, he succeeded, and the lone word rolled off of his tongue and made its way to his brother's ears. "Krychek." Then, the darkness overpowered him and he once again slipped into unconsciousness.