Arrival Overdue

Chapter 4
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"What if we drive up that way?" Davis suggested as they all sat in the roll call room after their shift.

"We won't be able to see anything in the dark anyway," Sully countered.

"Well, I can't just sit here doing nothing," Faith said as she stood up and started to pace again. Her cell phone rang and she grabbed it quickly from her pocket.

"Bosco?" she asked anxiously into the phone while the others looked on.

"Oh, Hi Fred. No. Nothing yet. How's the kids? Good. Yeah, I'll let you know what's happening. What? No, don't bother waiting up. I'm gonna be awhile," she said, hanging up the phone and putting it back in her pocket.

"What about choppers? Can't they have choppers fly along the Thruway and look around? They have those high-powered lights on them, right?" Carlos said. He had come over after his shift to see if anyone wanted to go out for a drink and was told about Bosco's disappearance.

"I don't know," Faith said, considering the idea with the possibility of bringing it to the Lieutenant.
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Bosco had regained consciousness and slowly made his way to the front of the car to get his flashlight. The traffic had decreased considerably and he had to fight to stay awake to listen for the next car or truck coming along. He figured a tractor-trailer would have a better chance of seeing his light because they sat higher-up than cars.

He was feeling weaker and weaker and knew that he didn't have much time left. He was shivering even more and he found his mind wandering frequently. He heard another vehicle coming and it sounded like a truck. He raised his good arm as high as he could and flashed his light on and off, shining the beam in the direction of roadway.

He had no idea how long he'd been doing it, but he finally thought he heard a truck downshift as if slowing down. He started flashing his light faster and heard a door slam. He yelled out, "Help! Is someone there?"

"Hey! Are you okay? We're coming down. Hang on!" was the answer he received. He hoped he wasn't hallucinating as he lost consciousness again.
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Faith knocked on the Lieutenant's door just as he hung up the phone and quickly stood up.

"Lieu?" Faith started only to be interrupted.

"Yokas! They found him. He wrecked along the Thruway. A trucker finally saw his flashlight beam and stopped to check it out. He's hurt pretty bad. They're taking him to a hospital there to assess and stabilize him and then he'll be transported down here when he's stabilized.

"What hospital? I'm going up there," Faith said from the doorway.

"Um," the Lieutenant said as he looked down at his notepad. "Albany Medical Center. He's being transported by LifeFlight," he told her, following her out into the hallway.

"Thanks, Lieu," she said stopping suddenly. "What about Hogan?"

"He didn't make it. Killed in the crash I guess. I don't have all the details because Bosco's unconscious," he told her solemnly. "I'm on my way up to tell the Detectives now."

"Alright. I'm leaving now," Faith told him.

"Call me from the hospital when you find out more. I'll call Albany and tell them you're coming also," he told her and she nodded that she heard as she went to tell the others.
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The trauma doctor and a nurse met the helicopter as it landed on the roof of the hospital. They brought their stretcher over and the doctor listened to the report from the flight medic.

"Approximately 30 year old unconscious male police officer, victim of a gunshot wound and motor vehicle accident. From what we could tell he was the driver and the car rolled down an embankment. Unconscious upon our arrival although the trucker that found him states that he was conscious immediately upon his arrival. Assessment shows a gunshot wound to the left shoulder with significant blood loss, trauma to the right occipital area of the head, fracture of the right tibia and fibula, possible abdominal bleeding - there's rigidity of the abdomen. Vital signs are: pulse 120, respirations 18, B/P 90/60, pupils are reactive. He does not respond to painful stimulus. We have two large bore IVs running, oxygen at 10 liters per minute. Patient is immobilized on a backboard with collar; splint applied to his right leg and pressure dressing to his left shoulder," the medic said, finishing his report as they wheeled their patient toward the elevator.

"Okay, let's get him downstairs. I want you to call CT. I want a scan of his head, neck and abdomen as soon as we assess him so I want them ready to go. I want ortho and neuro called. Let's go. Let's move people," said the doctor as she mentally ticked off in her head what steps and procedures would be needed

As they wheeled Bosco into the brightly lit trauma room, the doctor looked down at her patient. "Oh my God. I know this Officer," she said. "Did they find anyone else with him?" she asked as she went about the business of assessing his condition.

The flight medic that followed them down to hand in the paperwork said, "There was another officer still in the passenger seat that didn't make it. Gunshot wound to the right side of the head."

As she listened to his chest to make sure that he was moving air properly, she said, "Get the police in here. This guy was transporting a prisoner to New York City." One of the staff left to call in the police from the waiting area as Dr. Jennifer Tate leaned over her patient and said, "I've got you, Officer Boscorelli. You hang on."

"Let's get him to CT and tell the OR I'm coming up with an abdominal bleed," she said.
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TBC...