Great. Just Great.
Part 4
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Remember folks I don't own the characters. I just like to borrow them, mess with their heads a little, and then return them like nothing ever happened.
This chapter is pretty short...I think my muse is on its deathbed.
Just a little note.... I have actually done RESEARCH for this story...this fun little idea turned into homework...now remember NOT all research is the same, so I just used bits and pieces from various research articles that worked with where I want to take this :)
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Faith had fallen asleep on Bosco's couch almost as soon as she had laid down. It had been a very long day, and taking care of Bosco had really added to it.
The next couple hours seemed to drag. Faith woke up every time she heard a noise in Bosco's apartment building. It was like staying on the first floor of a hotel when there was a youth sports tournament in town, and all the kids were staying in the same hotel, and were running wild on the floors above you. She couldn't figure out where all the noise was coming from though. Maybe her mind was just playing tricks on her, and there really wasn't that much noise. Maybe it was just concern that caused her to wake up.
Each time she woke up she would go to the doorway of Bosco's room to check on him. Thankfully each time she looked in on him he seemed to be sleeping. However he didn't appear to be resting too comfortably as there was an expression of discomfort on his face, but his eyes were always closed and at least he was resting.
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Bosco slept for a good hour before he started tossing and turning. He'd be extremely hot one minute, so he'd kick off all the covers. Then he'd get so cold he'd start to shake, and he'd blindly reach for the blankets, bundling up until the cycle of hot and cold would start again.
The fact that he slept with his mouth slightly open didn't help his sore throat at all. He was thankful Faith had given him the NyQuil because at least he had gotten some sleep, and he was still kind of drowsy so he was content to just lay there with his eyes closed.
After dozing on and off for a few more hours he ended up laying awake for almost an hour, and was sure there was no way he could fall asleep again even for a few minutes. Bosco slowly rolled his head to the side and looked at the clock. It was 7:30. He swallowed, and rubbed his throat. It was dry and sore, and he was thirsty, but his body ached so much he didn't want to get up. For a brief second he thought about asking Faith to get him a drink, but he didn't want to be a burden; plus he didn't want to wake her. So instead he just laid there in silent agony.
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He looked at the clock again. 7:42. His mouth felt like cotton and he was still thirsty. Bosco tried to swallow, and the end result was a chain of hacking coughs that wracked his body and made it feel like his throat was bleeding. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Faith woke when she heard him cough. She sat up, and listened again as he coughed a few more times. She got up and made her way toward his room.
"Faith," Bosco called out weakly. It hurt to talk. "Faith," he called a little louder this time.
"I'm coming," she replied from the hallway. She entered his room to find him lying on his back with the blankets pulled up to his chin. He lifted his head so he could see her. "What is it Bos?" she asked softly.
He put his head back down on the pillow. Bosco licked his lips. "Can I have some water?" he asked in a small whisper.
"Sure," she smiled at him. "I'll be right back."
When she came back he was sitting with his back against the headboard. He took the glass of water from her. "Thanks," he whispered.
Bosco brought the glass to his lips, and took a drink. The cool water felt good as it entered his parched mouth, but as soon as it hit his throat it was painful. He closed his eyes and swallowed.
"You OK?"
"Hurts," he replied. His eyes still closed.
"I know, but you need to drink something Bosco."
"I know." He took another drink. The pain wasn't quite so bad this time.
"So how you feeling today?" She asked as she sat down on the edge of his bed.
He was miserable. His body hurt. He was in pain. He was tired. He just wanted someone to shoot him. "I'm fine." He wasn't about to tell her how horrible he felt. He was a man; he was supposed to be tough, and that's what he was going to be. Tough.
"No point in lying to me. Just by looking at you I know you're not fine."
Bosco took another drink. "Gawd my throat," he rubbed at his throat. "Why's my throat hurt so bad?"
Faith shrugged. "I don't know. Guess its just part of the virus."
He took a long drink, and emptied the glass. "I'm so thirsty," his voice came out raspy, and he again tried to rub the pain away.
Faith took the glass from him. "Does it hurt to talk?"
"Yeah. Kinda."
"If it hurts don't talk. OK? Save your voice." Bosco nodded, and smiled gratefully. "I'll go get you some more water."
She came back a couple minutes later. "Here, take these." She handed him two Advil and another glass of water. "I'm gonna go run your bath water." Bosco opened his mouth to say something, but Faith cut him off. "Save your voice."
He just looked at her, and she read his expression perfectly. "Yes a bath, and yes I know you're a grown man. But I bought this oatmeal stuff that you bathe with that will help with the itching."
Bosco gave her a look that screamed, "oatmeal stuff?!"
Faith chuckled softly. "Trust me Bosco. You'd rather take the bath than have me put socks on your hands."
His eyes narrowed, and she knew he was thinking, "socks?"
She shook her head. "Just drink your water. I'll be right back."
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While Faith was getting Bosco's bath ready he went over to his dresser to get some clean clothes. After completing that task he went and sat on the foot of his bed. This virus had zapped him of any energy. He pretty much zoned out, and wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there before Faith came back.
She sat down next to him, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You OK?" She asked the question all though she knew it was all ready getting old.
He nodded. "Tired," he whispered.
Faith ran her hand over his hair a few times. "I bet," she said softly. "The water is ready, and I put a couple clean towels in there for you. There's this oatmeal scrub thing floating around in the water; just use that to wash with." He turned to look at her, and she smiled. "Trust me Bosco."
He raised his eyebrows. "Oatmeal?" he managed to say in a rough voice. He coughed again.
She put her hand on his back. "What part of save your voice don't you understand?" Faith stood up. "And remember, I'm the one who has raised two kids. After you've had my experience, then you can question my methods." He raised his hands in surrender. "Now hurry up cause the water's probably cold by now."
Bosco smiled softly then picked up his clothes, and headed for the bathroom. Faith followed him out of the room. "Oh, Bosco." He turned to face her. "Keep the bathroom door unlocked; just incase something would happen and you'd need help." He was about to object, but decided to keep his mouth shut. She was taking care of him on her days off. He didn't need to be questioning her or objecting to her wishes.
Once Bosco had closed the bathroom door Faith went into the living room, and found the pamphlet the pharmacist had given her. She figured this was as good a time as any to read it.
Part 4
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Remember folks I don't own the characters. I just like to borrow them, mess with their heads a little, and then return them like nothing ever happened.
This chapter is pretty short...I think my muse is on its deathbed.
Just a little note.... I have actually done RESEARCH for this story...this fun little idea turned into homework...now remember NOT all research is the same, so I just used bits and pieces from various research articles that worked with where I want to take this :)
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Faith had fallen asleep on Bosco's couch almost as soon as she had laid down. It had been a very long day, and taking care of Bosco had really added to it.
The next couple hours seemed to drag. Faith woke up every time she heard a noise in Bosco's apartment building. It was like staying on the first floor of a hotel when there was a youth sports tournament in town, and all the kids were staying in the same hotel, and were running wild on the floors above you. She couldn't figure out where all the noise was coming from though. Maybe her mind was just playing tricks on her, and there really wasn't that much noise. Maybe it was just concern that caused her to wake up.
Each time she woke up she would go to the doorway of Bosco's room to check on him. Thankfully each time she looked in on him he seemed to be sleeping. However he didn't appear to be resting too comfortably as there was an expression of discomfort on his face, but his eyes were always closed and at least he was resting.
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Bosco slept for a good hour before he started tossing and turning. He'd be extremely hot one minute, so he'd kick off all the covers. Then he'd get so cold he'd start to shake, and he'd blindly reach for the blankets, bundling up until the cycle of hot and cold would start again.
The fact that he slept with his mouth slightly open didn't help his sore throat at all. He was thankful Faith had given him the NyQuil because at least he had gotten some sleep, and he was still kind of drowsy so he was content to just lay there with his eyes closed.
After dozing on and off for a few more hours he ended up laying awake for almost an hour, and was sure there was no way he could fall asleep again even for a few minutes. Bosco slowly rolled his head to the side and looked at the clock. It was 7:30. He swallowed, and rubbed his throat. It was dry and sore, and he was thirsty, but his body ached so much he didn't want to get up. For a brief second he thought about asking Faith to get him a drink, but he didn't want to be a burden; plus he didn't want to wake her. So instead he just laid there in silent agony.
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He looked at the clock again. 7:42. His mouth felt like cotton and he was still thirsty. Bosco tried to swallow, and the end result was a chain of hacking coughs that wracked his body and made it feel like his throat was bleeding. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Faith woke when she heard him cough. She sat up, and listened again as he coughed a few more times. She got up and made her way toward his room.
"Faith," Bosco called out weakly. It hurt to talk. "Faith," he called a little louder this time.
"I'm coming," she replied from the hallway. She entered his room to find him lying on his back with the blankets pulled up to his chin. He lifted his head so he could see her. "What is it Bos?" she asked softly.
He put his head back down on the pillow. Bosco licked his lips. "Can I have some water?" he asked in a small whisper.
"Sure," she smiled at him. "I'll be right back."
When she came back he was sitting with his back against the headboard. He took the glass of water from her. "Thanks," he whispered.
Bosco brought the glass to his lips, and took a drink. The cool water felt good as it entered his parched mouth, but as soon as it hit his throat it was painful. He closed his eyes and swallowed.
"You OK?"
"Hurts," he replied. His eyes still closed.
"I know, but you need to drink something Bosco."
"I know." He took another drink. The pain wasn't quite so bad this time.
"So how you feeling today?" She asked as she sat down on the edge of his bed.
He was miserable. His body hurt. He was in pain. He was tired. He just wanted someone to shoot him. "I'm fine." He wasn't about to tell her how horrible he felt. He was a man; he was supposed to be tough, and that's what he was going to be. Tough.
"No point in lying to me. Just by looking at you I know you're not fine."
Bosco took another drink. "Gawd my throat," he rubbed at his throat. "Why's my throat hurt so bad?"
Faith shrugged. "I don't know. Guess its just part of the virus."
He took a long drink, and emptied the glass. "I'm so thirsty," his voice came out raspy, and he again tried to rub the pain away.
Faith took the glass from him. "Does it hurt to talk?"
"Yeah. Kinda."
"If it hurts don't talk. OK? Save your voice." Bosco nodded, and smiled gratefully. "I'll go get you some more water."
She came back a couple minutes later. "Here, take these." She handed him two Advil and another glass of water. "I'm gonna go run your bath water." Bosco opened his mouth to say something, but Faith cut him off. "Save your voice."
He just looked at her, and she read his expression perfectly. "Yes a bath, and yes I know you're a grown man. But I bought this oatmeal stuff that you bathe with that will help with the itching."
Bosco gave her a look that screamed, "oatmeal stuff?!"
Faith chuckled softly. "Trust me Bosco. You'd rather take the bath than have me put socks on your hands."
His eyes narrowed, and she knew he was thinking, "socks?"
She shook her head. "Just drink your water. I'll be right back."
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While Faith was getting Bosco's bath ready he went over to his dresser to get some clean clothes. After completing that task he went and sat on the foot of his bed. This virus had zapped him of any energy. He pretty much zoned out, and wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there before Faith came back.
She sat down next to him, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You OK?" She asked the question all though she knew it was all ready getting old.
He nodded. "Tired," he whispered.
Faith ran her hand over his hair a few times. "I bet," she said softly. "The water is ready, and I put a couple clean towels in there for you. There's this oatmeal scrub thing floating around in the water; just use that to wash with." He turned to look at her, and she smiled. "Trust me Bosco."
He raised his eyebrows. "Oatmeal?" he managed to say in a rough voice. He coughed again.
She put her hand on his back. "What part of save your voice don't you understand?" Faith stood up. "And remember, I'm the one who has raised two kids. After you've had my experience, then you can question my methods." He raised his hands in surrender. "Now hurry up cause the water's probably cold by now."
Bosco smiled softly then picked up his clothes, and headed for the bathroom. Faith followed him out of the room. "Oh, Bosco." He turned to face her. "Keep the bathroom door unlocked; just incase something would happen and you'd need help." He was about to object, but decided to keep his mouth shut. She was taking care of him on her days off. He didn't need to be questioning her or objecting to her wishes.
Once Bosco had closed the bathroom door Faith went into the living room, and found the pamphlet the pharmacist had given her. She figured this was as good a time as any to read it.
