Chapter 4

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Hi excuse me for the long time… I hope you'd like this chapter. For this, it's Dancingwolves who helped me, so thank you :o). She always helps me on all my fanfiction and it quicker… J

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When this chapter was in French dancingwolves corrected it but my English is bad so she doesn't understand all what I say, so if you don't understand it's my entire fault!!! J  

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~Bosco's POV~

What is this strange sensation? This uneasiness? I look at these people above me, looking into my swollen eyes. I don't understand why they look so happy and sad at the same time. Who are these people? I feel like I should know this place…. Have I been here previously? It's difficult to say. The doctor - I'm guessing that he's one, because he has a stethoscope draped around his neck and he's wearing a white uniform- he begins to speak to me; but I cannot distinguish his words, I can't concentrate. Am I at a hospital or something? Yeah, I guess I am, but what the fuck am I doing here?!

Doctor: Maurice, can you hear me?

I see the doctor's lips moving, he's trying to say something to me…. I concentrate a little harder, although the dull pain in my head intensifies; the words become clearer, I can hear him.

Doctor: Maurice? If you can hear me, please, make a sign.

I somehow manage to nod my head, but quickly stop when my headache becomes worse. The tense faces of the people above me seem to relax. I'm still confused…..why were they so tense in the first place?

Doctor: Hello Maurice, you can call me Marvin. Do you remember what happened?

I look down at my wrists, they're bandaged; I… but why? I don't remember. I look at the doctor; all the faces stare down at me expectantly, they think I remember what happened. I try like hell to remember, but I can't, and it's pissing me off. Everything is black; a dirty and thick black, I have this feeling that my brain has turned into mush. What the hell do they want me to remember?!

Marvin (The Doctor): It's okay, don't force it. It's not too serious, you're memory should return.

Faith: Marvin?

Marvin: Speak to him, it should help him remember.

A beautiful young lady approaches me. I have this weird feeling, like I'm seeing an angel, she's very pretty. But I can't explain this strange feeling that seizes me when she approaches my bedside.

Faith: Bosco? How do you feel?

How does she know my name? Should I know her? Who is she? I scan my brain repeatedly, trying to remember where I know her from, but nothing comes to mind. She says my name again and asks me to say something, anything, to her. I look at her, I stare at her. Her eyes are red and swollen, she had been crying, but why? It can't be because of me, I don't even know her, I don't remember her. She looks at me strangely, and then turns around towards the doctor.

Faith: He doesn't recognize me?!

Marvin: Give him some time officer, he just woke up and he's very confused. (Turns to the others) You should each see him individually, or two at a time.

~Time Interval~

People come in and out of my room; the angel from earlier enters my room next. Is it even possible that I could know a woman as beautiful as her? As she sits down on the chair by my bed, her hair catches the light; it makes it look so amazing. For a split second I have to tell myself that she IS a human and NOT an angel sent down from heaven.

Suddenly, she speaks.

Faith: Bosco? It's me, Faith.

I nod my head slightly to show her that I understand what she said. What the heck am I going to say to her? Faith? Faith…I don't remember anything. What happened? Who are you and all those other people? My head is going to explode. Please….I need some answers!

She seems to understand what I want to ask.

Faith: It's not serious, what you've forgotten should come back soon enough. Do you remember what happened? Why you're here?

"No", I say with hesitance, my voice is hoarse.

Faith: You attempted suicide, you cut you're veins in you're moms bar; she found you soaking in your own blood. Oh Bosco!

Suicide? ... Clear-cut... Blood...

I don't remember her, but I remember my mother, her bar; I would have remembered something like that, that's something that practically impossible to forget. Then the suicide Faith's talking about? I, Maurice Boscorelli, tried to commit suicide? Impossible, why would I do something so stupid? Why, when ….I have so many questions that I want to ask. I hope that Faith can give me some solid answers

Bosco: F … Faith?

Faith: Yeah?

I see a light in her eyes, it's hope.

Bosco: I … How long have I been here?

Faith: About two days. God, I thought that I had lost you! Just like how I almost lost Fred!

Her voice raises a tone and it becomes firmer. Who on earth is Fred anyways? As if she could read my thoughts, she answered my unspoken question.

Faith: My husband; he had a heart attack a few days ago.

Faith's face starts to turn red, and I can tell that she's expressing some anger in her comments as she speaks. Tears, like tiny pearls, roll down her cheeks. She starts to shout at me, her voice rising higher and higher. What the hell is her problem? I ask myself as she finally starts to calm down.

Faith: … Don't you ever scare me like that again Maurice!

Maurice, I hate my first name, my mother uses it when she's angry with me.

Faith: Please tell me that you didn't do this to yourself because of what I said. I didn't mean it, I was just… I was panicking; Fred… I thought that he was going to die. I didn't want to say what I said to you, I swear I didn't! I can only hope that one day you will forgive me…...

Now I'm really confused. What the hell is she talking about? What'd she say to me? What am I supposed to forgive her for?

«Maurice!!! »

I hear a woman cry my name and I look up at the door. She's standing in its frame.

Bosco: Ma?!

Angela: Oh my baby!

She rushes over to me and embraces me tightly; I feel like I'm five years old with a scraped knee. Finally, somebody that I know, who I remember. Somebody who I love, I know that I hurt ma when I arrested my brother, but I felt like I had no choice. I love her, my mom, I could never stop loving her, I could never stop remembering her. A mother is special.

I have so many people who claim to be my close friends; Doc, and then Bully, or is it Sully?, And then this James, or Jimmy Doherty; I'm pretty sure that I have never liked him, or rather than I was never able to support him and his decisions. This is probably one of the very few things that I'm sure of.

One of them told me that I was a cop, naturally I know that I'm a cop, and I guess that Faith is my partner… only I don't remember. The doctor, Marvin, said that I don't want to remember it. Is it normal? I swear to him that he's wrong, I do everything I can to remember. I've got this feeling like there all talking about me behind my back. I hate it when people do that!

Ty: He remembers everything or almost everything…

Sully: … Safe of us.

Marvin: Indeed I believe that it is a psychological shock. It was scientifically proven that further to a violent emotional shock, a person could darken a part of their lives, with all who it contains

Alex: But what shock?

Marvin: The same which urged him to slash his veins.

Jimmy: So if he does not remember us, that means …

Marvin: …that one or maybe more of you were responsible, whichever part you may of played, it's what urged him to try and kill himself, and it's what urged- forced him to forget you guys.

Faith (to herself): Oh my God!

I'm trying to remember who visited me today and their roles in my life.

Sully and Ty, I cover our sector with them; Me and Faith are inseparable and she's my partner. I hate Jimmy….This is what everyone's telling me anyways. I'm still confused. I fell….lost. That's the word, lost.

Can you imagine anything more frustrating than not being able to remember everything that you worked her for? I can't

Faith's worried for me; I can see it in her eyes. She spoke to me about her husband, Fred. I answer her questions as short as I can and only speak to her willingly a few times. I don't feel like talking.

I don't understand how she was able to support me if it's true that we spent more than six years working together.

A pursuit, a shooting, Ty and Alex, I begin to remember some fragments of my life, I see certain things, Doc, Carlos, but nothing with Faith… It's nevertheless her that I would like to remember the most about.

Oh god, it was her! She's the one that called me that…word! No it can't be possible, not her…not Faith! I remember. What she said.

Ignorance is sometimes sweeter than the truth; it's sometimes the best remedy.

Faith (Worried): Bosco! Say something … Bosco?

Bosco: Useless!

Faith (Speechless): What did you just say?

Bosco: Useless!