Was That My Life Part Three

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Faith awoke the next morning to a pounding headache. Not to mention her cast was itchy and her ribs were on fire. Other than that, she'd had a great night. She didn't remember having any more nightmares, and figured Bosco wouldn't let her know if she did or not. She glanced at the bedside clock, noting that it was just past seven o'clock. She couldn't believe she'd slept for ten hours. Along with her aching body, she noted something else. She had to use the restroom, and bad. She looked over at her partner in the bed next to hers. She felt guilty for having to wake him up, but knew how angry he would be with her if she didn't. "Bosco. Hey, Bosco."
The man on the other bed stirred. "What? What do you want now?"

She flinched, as if burned. She felt even worse than before, realizing that he'd put up with a lot of her complaining and was tired of it. She eyed the bathroom door, noticing that it was only about ten feet away from her bed. Not wanting a repeat performance of the previous day, she slowly got into a standing position and waited for the black spots to clear from her line of view. When she was almost confident that she wouldn't fall over, she held onto the wall for support. She inched her way to the door made her way past the dresser and into the bathroom. Shutting the door, she sighed, realizing how tired she was still. Her body still had a long recovery ahead. She only hoped it would get easier.

Faith stood in front of the mirror, seeing her bruised and puffy face. She'd heard the extent of her injuries and couldn't believe it was herself she was starting at. She was glad her kids didn't have to see her like that, and thankful they were safe. She didn't know what she would have done if anything had happened to them. She realized she had been holding her breath, and let it out, sending a shooting pain through her ribs. She gasped and sat down on the closed seat of the toilet. Tears started falling freely, landing on her shirt. Wiping them away only caused her to cry more, as her swollen face was tender to the touch. She started crying more, unable to calm down. She tried to even out her breathing, but her fragile state wouldn't let her. She felt herself getting lightheaded, and leaned over as far as her bandaged midsection would allow.

Bosco had heard the door shut and awoke with a start. Seeing Faith wasn't in the bed next to his, he frantically shot out of bed.
"Faith?!" He saw the bathroom light was on, and raced over. Making the short distance in a number of steps, he yelled again. "Faith?!" He didn't hear a response, but heard something else. He heard her crying silently to herself. It pained him to see her hurting so much. He gently tapped on the door.
"Faith, I'm coming in, okay?" He hoped she was decent, as he didn't want to embarrass his friend. He stepped in and saw her bent over, trying to draw air into her lungs. He quickly turned and left the room, grabbing a paper sack the guys had brought the food in. He tore the top, rolling it down. Quickly, he returned to the bathroom and held the bag in front of Faith. "Alright, take deep breaths. It's okay, Faith."
"I...can't. H..Hurts."
"Sure you can. Just try it with me." He slowly inhaled and exhaled several times, noticing she was starting to do the same. "Good, there you go." Her breathing evened out, becoming less labored. She was calming down. "Good. You gonna' be okay while I call Doc real quick?" He felt her grab his arm, not wanting him to leave. "It's okay, i'll be back in a jiffy. I'm just going to go get my cell phone and I'll be back with you. Okay?"

She shook her head. She didn't want him to bother Doc again. She was starting to calm down and found she could breathe better. The only things still present were the pain in her ribs, a pounding headache, and the urge to use the bathroom.
"No, um...don't bother them, please, Bos. I'm okay now. I just got upset."

He studied her face, unsure of what to do. He could always call Doc later if she was still having problems. She'd been through a lot, and it was bound to take its toll. He reached out to help her up. "How about we get you back to bed? You okay now?" Seeing her shake her head, he wasn't so sure she was okay. Maybe she'd punctured a lung, cracked another rib.
"Um...I have to use the bathroom. I sorta didn't get a chance." She looked down sheepishly at the floor.
It dawned on him why they were in there. Of course, she had to use the bathroom. "Yeah, sure, but i'm staying put. I don't want you to pass out. Do your thing, I'll just turn around." Seeing her nod, he faced the other way, giving her privacy to do her womanly thing. When she finished she washed her hands and he helped her back to her bed. He was hoping he did the right thing by not calling Doc.

She sat propped up with the help of one of Bosco's pillows, mutely staring at the television screen. She was upset and still felt bad for waking Bosco up. "Hey, you can go back to bed. I won't bother you anymore. If I need to go to the restroom, i'll just pee in a cup." She reached behind her back, grabbing the pillow, and tossed it on the floor. She laid down on the bed and faced the wall, hoping he would leave her alone. She felt the bed dip, as he reached over her and placed her medicine on the nightstand, along with a glass of juice. She took the medication and closed her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep. She hated being cooped up and hated being tired all the time. She would apologize to Bosco when she woke up.

He started at his partner, wondering what he had done. Then he realized why she was mad at him. She was hurt by his words before. He had been asleep and had been disoriented. He wasn't sure exactly what he had said, but it was something to the effect of 'what do you want now'. He hadn't meant to hurt her feelings. He hoped she knew he wasn't bothered by her. She needed his help, and she was going to get it. He'd have to pick his words more carefully and let her know she wasn't a burden to him. He enjoyed her company, and liked being there for her. He hoped that she saw that. He would apologize to her when she woke up. In the meantime, he'd just have to learn to keep his mouth shut, awake or not. He stared at the ceiling, wishing he could take a way a lot of the words he'd said, period.

Hearing a knock at the door, Bosco rushed over to open it. He looked behind him, making sure Faith was still sleeping. He didn't want anything to wake her up. Ty and Davis were on the other side of the door. "Hey Bosco. What's up?" Ty looked in and saw Faith asleep. He noticed Bosco looked worried. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"Yeah, sort of. I need to get out of here, man. I'm getting stir crazy."

Sully, confused by the man's words, figured Bosco had said or done something to upset Faith. It was bound to happen, given the amount of time they had spent together in the past few days. "Okay. We need to get some more juice, anyway. Davis, go with Bosco. I'll keep an eye on sleeping beauty." Bosco went in to get his shoes and wallet, leaving a chance for Sully and Davis to talk. "Hey Sull, he's really beat up about something. Think I should ask?"

"Yeah, Davis, I think you should. Something's bothering him. It'll be good for him to get out, ya know? Why don't you guys go out for some breakfast, get his mind off of things, and find out what's bothering him." Ty nodded, as Bosco walked back out of the door, keys in hand. "Let's go. See ya, Sully. If you need anything, call Davis' phone. I want to leave mine here in case you need to use it. It has Doc's number in it, along with Kim, Alex, and Carlos." The men parted ways and Sully stepped inside the hotel room. He flipped open the magazine he had brought with him, and started on the crossword, determined to get it all done.

He was trying to figure out what a six letter word for cherry was in spanish. He thought of all the things he learned in high school, wishing he had paid more attention. He started filling in letters, when Faith awoke on the next bed. She blinked a few times, clearing her eyes, and looked over.

"Hey Sully, Bosco here?"
"Nope, he and Davis went out to grab some more juice. How do you feel?"
She nodded, sighing. "Okay I suppose. I think Bosco's tired of me." She started playing with the fabric on the bedspread.
Startled by her response, he quickly thought of the words that might comfort his friend

"You? Nah...maybe he just needed some alone time. You know, you guys do spend a lot of time together. You're bound to fight on occasion. Whatever it is, I'm sure he's sorry. I just know that he seemed upset. You guys will be fine. Davis will straighten him out for you."
She grinned, looking at the crossword puzzle he was working on. "Need any help? I've had years of experience with my kids' vocabulary. I probably know more things than I want to know."

"Yeah well, did they teach your kids what the six letter term for cherry was in spanish?" He sighed. Just once, he'd like to finish a puzzle. He even debated calling the 800, just for a clue. He tossed her the pen and let her have a shot. She scrunched up her nose, thinking to herself. "Sully, you really need to quit using a pen when you do these. What is this? That doesn't even form a word. Just 'cause it makes sense going across doesn't mean it forms a word going down. You really need to get a thesaurus." She shook her head. "And for that matter, a dictionary of all languages. Sully, the word cerveza is not cherry, it's beer, and you can't just change the spelling to get it to fit. That's sad. I bet you even call those toll-free numbers to get hints. That's sad, man. Real sad." She started chuckling, careful of her ribs.

Oh gosh, she was on a roll. Don't get Yokas started on somethin' or she'll point out everything you've done wrong and fix it herself. The woman was amazing. He'd have to pay attention more when she talked. Maybe he could learn something from her. He liked seeing her happy. She, more than anyone he knew, deserved to be happy. Especially now. "Alright Einstein, give me that back. You can't let me have my moment, can you? And for your information, no I don't call those numbers. I like to get the answers on my own."

"Oh you do, do you? Well, excuse me. I just hope you're not fooling yourself thinking you have a real clue on what those words mean. I think you just guess. You have to look ahead, survey the puzzle..."

"Faith, it's a crossword puzzle. If I knew you were going to turn it into a game of stratego I would have armed myself with plenty of reference material. You're the one that's sad, you know that?"

"Ya know, that reminds of something. I was in Senorita Lopez's class when I was a sophomore. We were learning how to properly ask for food. So, this kid, I don't remember his name. He stands up and is going through his deal and so he' asks for a hot dog right. All the sudden, the teacher starts laughin' at him. She's totally wigging out, I mean, hysterically laughing. Everyone's tryin' to figure out what she was smokin' and thinkin' they wanted some too. Anyway, so she finally calms down enough to politely tell him that there is a difference between perro caliente and hot dog, and that she was pretty sure he didn't want a dog in heat. Oh my gosh, the whole class was laughin' and this kid's face was so red. Jimmy Plunket, that's his name, so he was so mortified he ran out of the room!"

Hearing this, Sully couldn't help but laugh, and seeing her laughing only made him laugh more. If Davis and Bosco had walked in, they would have thought they were out of their skulls. Faith chuckled to herself, wiping he eyes, and saw Sully do the same.
She just grinned and set the magazine and pen on the floor. It felt good to smile. She needed to do that more.

Oh, we just get one ride around the sun
In this dream of time
It goes so fast but one day we look back
And we ask, was that my life?


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