Paybacks
Chapter 30
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OK, so it's been a long time since I've said this. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! SO DON'T SUE ME! Cause all I have right now is like half a can of Mountain Dew, and about 15 Wheat Thins :o)
However, in make-believe land I am Mrs. Maurice Boscorelli! :o)
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Bosco moaned and began thrashing his head from side to side. Faith recognized the signs. He was having another nightmare. Now that some of the medications were working their way out of his system he was thinking more clearly, and his memory of the shooting was coming back. But Faith wasn't sure if the nightmares were because of the shooting or because his mother had walked out on him today.
Faith took her normal position on his right side. Bosco continued to thrash around. She took his hand and began talking to him soothingly. "Shhh, it' s OK Bosco. I'm right here. You're safe."
Earlier the nurse had removed the bandage from Bosco's head, so Faith was now able to run her fingers through his hair. She did everything she could to comfort her partner without waking him.
When Bosco had his first bad dream Faith made the mistake of waking him. As soon as he realized why she woke him he became very embarrassed, and didn't want to sleep any longer. She could tell he was insecure. It took a lot of reassurance from Faith to get him to close his eyes again. After that she promised herself she wouldn't put him in that situation again.
After a few minutes Bosco began to settle down, and Faith sat back down. It had been a couple hours since Angela had stopped by and then left without a word to her son. It had really affected Bosco emotionally. Faith felt so bad for him, and was utterly disgusted with his mother. She still couldn't understand how she could walk out on him like that. Wasn't it obvious that someone in Bosco's situation would need all the love and support they could get?
Faith watched her partner sleep. The rise and fall of his chest was a comfort to her. She had felt such relief when the doctor removed the hideous ventilator tube from Bosco's mouth. Sure, he was breathing with assistance from an oxygen mask, but that was much better than the alternative. A few short days ago she had feared that she would lose him, so even though he didn't look like a million bucks right now she'd take what she could get.
She still couldn't get over how small he looked though. For years she'd been making cracks about his height, and how sometimes he looked (and acted) like he was twelve. As she watched him sleep she could see the small boy in him, and it killed her that Bosco's mother wasn't here for that little boy.
There was a knock on the door. "Hey Faith," whispered Sully as he and Ty entered the room. She smiled at them.
"How's he doin'?" asked Ty.
"Pretty good, but it's been a rough day emotionally," she smoothed Bosco's hair down. "His mom stopped by, but left without a word. She was hardly here a second."
Sully shook his head in disbelief. Davis wasn't really sure what was up with Bosco's mom, but he remembered a while back Bosco had said something about having a pretty screwed up family.
The three officers looked on as their friend slept. "How are you doing Faith? How's your hand?" questioned Sully.
"I'm fine," she lifted her hand so they could see the splint. "Boxer's fracture."
Ty chuckled. "Yeah, you sure looked like a boxer today. I have to admit I never saw that coming."
"Me either," said Faith. Her voice was empty. She looked at Ty and Sully. "I want to thank you guys…for what you did today…speaking up for me. I really--"
"Don't mention it Faith," interrupted Sully.
She nodded her head, and smiled. Faith gently shook Bosco's shoulder. "Hey Bos. You got company. Sully and Davis are here."
Bosco began to stir. "Come on Bos. They didn't come here to watch you sleep."
Slowly he opened his eyes, and blinked until they adjusted to the light and focused on the two men at the foot of his bed. He lifted a shaky hand up to remove the mask. "Hey," came his tired voice.
"Hey Bosco. How ya doing man?" asked Ty.
Bosco looked at Faith and grinned. He then looked back at Davis. "Peachy."
Faith couldn't help but laugh at her partner. He had just used the word she usually used to sarcastically describe how she felt during crummy situations.
The four officers made small talk for a few minutes until Sully and Davis were called to a domestic dispute. Bosco didn't say much while they were there, but was glad that they had stopped by. It was nice to have visitors.
For the next few minutes Faith mothered Bosco. She asked if he was in pain. If he wanted something to drink. If he was hot or cold. If he needed another pillow. If he wanted to watch TV.
"Faith. Relax. If I need something I'll ask."
"Yeah right you'll ask."
"Really. I will."
She nodded, and silence filled the room. Faith noticed the sad expression that crept across his face. "What's wrong Bos?" she asked softly.
"Nothing."
"Don't do that to me Bosco. Your face reads like a book. What's bothering you?" He didn't say anything. "Bos, you can talk to me you know. I'll listen."
Bosco leaned his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes. "Why'd she leave…Why doesn't she want…to see me?" A single tear began to slide down his cheek, which he quickly reached up and wiped away. He didn't want Faith to see him cry. Not again. He wished he could control his emotions. He didn't understand why he was such a crybaby today.
"I don't know Bos. I don't understand it either."
"Maybe if I didn't…screw up so much. Maybe then…she'd want to see me."
"Bosco it isn't you. It's not your fault. Don't even think that for a second. It's not you."
"Then what is it?"
"It's me," came a voice from the doorway.
Chapter 30
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OK, so it's been a long time since I've said this. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! SO DON'T SUE ME! Cause all I have right now is like half a can of Mountain Dew, and about 15 Wheat Thins :o)
However, in make-believe land I am Mrs. Maurice Boscorelli! :o)
****
Bosco moaned and began thrashing his head from side to side. Faith recognized the signs. He was having another nightmare. Now that some of the medications were working their way out of his system he was thinking more clearly, and his memory of the shooting was coming back. But Faith wasn't sure if the nightmares were because of the shooting or because his mother had walked out on him today.
Faith took her normal position on his right side. Bosco continued to thrash around. She took his hand and began talking to him soothingly. "Shhh, it' s OK Bosco. I'm right here. You're safe."
Earlier the nurse had removed the bandage from Bosco's head, so Faith was now able to run her fingers through his hair. She did everything she could to comfort her partner without waking him.
When Bosco had his first bad dream Faith made the mistake of waking him. As soon as he realized why she woke him he became very embarrassed, and didn't want to sleep any longer. She could tell he was insecure. It took a lot of reassurance from Faith to get him to close his eyes again. After that she promised herself she wouldn't put him in that situation again.
After a few minutes Bosco began to settle down, and Faith sat back down. It had been a couple hours since Angela had stopped by and then left without a word to her son. It had really affected Bosco emotionally. Faith felt so bad for him, and was utterly disgusted with his mother. She still couldn't understand how she could walk out on him like that. Wasn't it obvious that someone in Bosco's situation would need all the love and support they could get?
Faith watched her partner sleep. The rise and fall of his chest was a comfort to her. She had felt such relief when the doctor removed the hideous ventilator tube from Bosco's mouth. Sure, he was breathing with assistance from an oxygen mask, but that was much better than the alternative. A few short days ago she had feared that she would lose him, so even though he didn't look like a million bucks right now she'd take what she could get.
She still couldn't get over how small he looked though. For years she'd been making cracks about his height, and how sometimes he looked (and acted) like he was twelve. As she watched him sleep she could see the small boy in him, and it killed her that Bosco's mother wasn't here for that little boy.
There was a knock on the door. "Hey Faith," whispered Sully as he and Ty entered the room. She smiled at them.
"How's he doin'?" asked Ty.
"Pretty good, but it's been a rough day emotionally," she smoothed Bosco's hair down. "His mom stopped by, but left without a word. She was hardly here a second."
Sully shook his head in disbelief. Davis wasn't really sure what was up with Bosco's mom, but he remembered a while back Bosco had said something about having a pretty screwed up family.
The three officers looked on as their friend slept. "How are you doing Faith? How's your hand?" questioned Sully.
"I'm fine," she lifted her hand so they could see the splint. "Boxer's fracture."
Ty chuckled. "Yeah, you sure looked like a boxer today. I have to admit I never saw that coming."
"Me either," said Faith. Her voice was empty. She looked at Ty and Sully. "I want to thank you guys…for what you did today…speaking up for me. I really--"
"Don't mention it Faith," interrupted Sully.
She nodded her head, and smiled. Faith gently shook Bosco's shoulder. "Hey Bos. You got company. Sully and Davis are here."
Bosco began to stir. "Come on Bos. They didn't come here to watch you sleep."
Slowly he opened his eyes, and blinked until they adjusted to the light and focused on the two men at the foot of his bed. He lifted a shaky hand up to remove the mask. "Hey," came his tired voice.
"Hey Bosco. How ya doing man?" asked Ty.
Bosco looked at Faith and grinned. He then looked back at Davis. "Peachy."
Faith couldn't help but laugh at her partner. He had just used the word she usually used to sarcastically describe how she felt during crummy situations.
The four officers made small talk for a few minutes until Sully and Davis were called to a domestic dispute. Bosco didn't say much while they were there, but was glad that they had stopped by. It was nice to have visitors.
For the next few minutes Faith mothered Bosco. She asked if he was in pain. If he wanted something to drink. If he was hot or cold. If he needed another pillow. If he wanted to watch TV.
"Faith. Relax. If I need something I'll ask."
"Yeah right you'll ask."
"Really. I will."
She nodded, and silence filled the room. Faith noticed the sad expression that crept across his face. "What's wrong Bos?" she asked softly.
"Nothing."
"Don't do that to me Bosco. Your face reads like a book. What's bothering you?" He didn't say anything. "Bos, you can talk to me you know. I'll listen."
Bosco leaned his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes. "Why'd she leave…Why doesn't she want…to see me?" A single tear began to slide down his cheek, which he quickly reached up and wiped away. He didn't want Faith to see him cry. Not again. He wished he could control his emotions. He didn't understand why he was such a crybaby today.
"I don't know Bos. I don't understand it either."
"Maybe if I didn't…screw up so much. Maybe then…she'd want to see me."
"Bosco it isn't you. It's not your fault. Don't even think that for a second. It's not you."
"Then what is it?"
"It's me," came a voice from the doorway.