Bosco rolled over but his vision was blurred. All he could see was someone standing over him, but nothing else. He sighed. His body felt weak and he could feel blood gushing from his nose and cheek. He felt another painful blow hit his back. After that he was knocked out, leaving his life in the hands of the intruder.
"Ah hell Boscorelli, this is too much fun. I'll be back tomorrow to finish the job." With that comment he was gone, no clues even left behind to help Bosco out one bit.
The apartment fell silent as Bosco lay there in his own pool of blood.
~~~
"Faith, get off the phone and come to bed." Fred yelled from the bedroom down that hallway at Faith who was standing in the living room, pacing, as she had the phone up to her ear.
"Hush Fred, you'll wake the kids."
"Come to bed, what are you doing?" He walked down the hallway and noticed her staring out the window at the New York skyline.
"Bosco isn't answering his phone." Faith hung up and began to dial his cell phone.
"Faith, he's probably out. That's what single men do. Either that or he has drank himself silly."
Faith glared at him and listened as the line kept ringing. "He wouldn't do that right now. Not while all of this stuff has been happening."
Fred scoffed and walked back down the hallway. "You need to quit babying him Faith! He's a grown man, let him deal with his own problems."
"It is my problem when..." She cut herself off and hung up the phone.
"When?" Fred rolled his eyes as he stared back at his distraught wife.
"Fred, I'm gonna go to his place. I'll be back later okay?" She quickly put her jacket on and walked out the door before Fred had a say in the matter.
~~~
She quickly jogged up the stairs, her heart racing. For some reason she knew that something had happened to him. She knocked on the door lightly but didn't get a response. She knocked again, only this time louder. The sound from her fist echoed in her head.
"Bosco?!" She pounded on the door harder and harder.
She quickly kicked the door in and noticed him lying on the floor, passed out. There was a picture on his chest. She quickly picked it up and looked at it. It was definitely of Bosco, it looked exactly like him. He must've been 12 in the picture though.
She quickly dialed '911' on her cell phone and gently tapped Bosco's face.
"Bosco?"
There was no response. Blood continued to seep out of his nose and cheek and bruises began to form all over his face.
~~~
Kim and Carlos arrived at his apartment shortly after Faith had called 911. She was surprised to see them since shift change had already taken place.
"You guys working still?"
"Yeah, a double." Kim nodded as she knelt beside an unresponsive Bosco.
"What the hell happened to him?" Carlos lifted Bosco's eyelids and checked his pupils.
"I'm guessing that guy that has been targeting cops came to get Bosco." Faith wiped her nose with a Kleenex as she watched them work on him.
"Well, he definitely got hit pretty hard. There is definitely a concussion." Carlos clicked his flashlight off and proceeded to put Bosco on the backboard.
~~~
Swersky and Detective Larson met up with Faith in the ER waiting room.
"Faith?" Swersky sat beside her.
She looked up from her magazine though she really wasn't reading it. "Yeah?"
"How is he?"
She sighed. "They took x-rays of his back and head. He's got bruises all over his back. His face is pretty beaten up too. He has a hairline fracture in his forehead and one of his vertebrae was knocked out of place. Luckily, that won't affect him, he'll just be in some pain."
"Is he awake?"
"I'm not sure. They haven't let me in there yet." She nodded and closed her magazine.
Swersky stood up. "Go home Faith. Get some rest."
"I can't Lieu. There's no way I can sleep now. Oh yeah, this picture was on his chest when I came into his apartment. It is him, I'd say when he was 12 or so."
Swersky looked at the picture and showed it to Larson. "I wonder if the killer thought he had killed Bosco?"
Faith shrugged. "Thank God he didn't though. Maybe Bosco can remember what he looked like and we can solve this."
"We are headed up to his room now."
~~~
Swersky and Faith walked in the quiet room slowly. The only sounds came from the oxygen machine located to the left of Bosco's bed. His eyes were open but he seemed to be confused.
"Boz?" Faith leaned over his bed, frightened by how beat up his face looked.
"Hi." His voice was raspy.
Swersky stood back. "I'll come back later for the questions, he's too out of it to even know who I am."
Faith nodded and turned her attention back to Bosco.
"Boz, you made it through, you are okay." She smiled and gave a small laugh.
"I feel dead." He gave a weak laugh and began to fall asleep.
~~~
That morning Faith woke up in a small chair beside Bosco's bed. She was sore from being restricted to a small space. She rubbed her neck and realized Bosco was awake and watching a movie on HBO. She glanced at her watch and noticed that it was 8:30.
"Hey Faith." He lifted his hand off of the bed and smiled at her. His bed was propped to where he could see the TV.
"Well, I can say you look a hell of a lot better today."
He smiled, "I feel better too."
She stared at the bruising under his eyes and around his cheek. "Boz, Swersky is gonna come ask you some questions later today. Are you going to be up for them?"
"I guess I can't avoid them now can I? It's not like I can get up and run away."
Swersky arrived in the hospital room at around 9:45. He knocked on the door and entered the room. He glanced up at the TV and laughed.
"Training Day? Now that is a good movie Bosco."
"Yep, I like it."
Swersky threw the picture of Bosco down on the bed. "That was left on you last night Bosco."
Bosco looked over the picture. "That is my 6th grade picture. Before we get started Lieu, just to save you some time, I didn't see the guy that did this to me."
"So it was a guy?" Swersky took the picture back and placed it in a small manila folder.
"Yeah. The voice sounded like a guy. I don't know many girls that can swing a bat like that."
Swersky leaned against the bed. "You can't remember anything but the voice and the baseball bat?"
Bosco nodded. "Right."
Faith followed Swersky out in the hallway. "Did the doctor mention anything about short term memory loss?" Swersky sighed as he stared back at Faith.
"They said there are apparent signs."
"Let's hope he starts remembering things. Once the killer realizes Bosco is alive he's gonna come back."
Little did Swersky and Faith know, the killer would be back. He meant to leave Bosco alive to make him suffer....
TBC....
"Ah hell Boscorelli, this is too much fun. I'll be back tomorrow to finish the job." With that comment he was gone, no clues even left behind to help Bosco out one bit.
The apartment fell silent as Bosco lay there in his own pool of blood.
~~~
"Faith, get off the phone and come to bed." Fred yelled from the bedroom down that hallway at Faith who was standing in the living room, pacing, as she had the phone up to her ear.
"Hush Fred, you'll wake the kids."
"Come to bed, what are you doing?" He walked down the hallway and noticed her staring out the window at the New York skyline.
"Bosco isn't answering his phone." Faith hung up and began to dial his cell phone.
"Faith, he's probably out. That's what single men do. Either that or he has drank himself silly."
Faith glared at him and listened as the line kept ringing. "He wouldn't do that right now. Not while all of this stuff has been happening."
Fred scoffed and walked back down the hallway. "You need to quit babying him Faith! He's a grown man, let him deal with his own problems."
"It is my problem when..." She cut herself off and hung up the phone.
"When?" Fred rolled his eyes as he stared back at his distraught wife.
"Fred, I'm gonna go to his place. I'll be back later okay?" She quickly put her jacket on and walked out the door before Fred had a say in the matter.
~~~
She quickly jogged up the stairs, her heart racing. For some reason she knew that something had happened to him. She knocked on the door lightly but didn't get a response. She knocked again, only this time louder. The sound from her fist echoed in her head.
"Bosco?!" She pounded on the door harder and harder.
She quickly kicked the door in and noticed him lying on the floor, passed out. There was a picture on his chest. She quickly picked it up and looked at it. It was definitely of Bosco, it looked exactly like him. He must've been 12 in the picture though.
She quickly dialed '911' on her cell phone and gently tapped Bosco's face.
"Bosco?"
There was no response. Blood continued to seep out of his nose and cheek and bruises began to form all over his face.
~~~
Kim and Carlos arrived at his apartment shortly after Faith had called 911. She was surprised to see them since shift change had already taken place.
"You guys working still?"
"Yeah, a double." Kim nodded as she knelt beside an unresponsive Bosco.
"What the hell happened to him?" Carlos lifted Bosco's eyelids and checked his pupils.
"I'm guessing that guy that has been targeting cops came to get Bosco." Faith wiped her nose with a Kleenex as she watched them work on him.
"Well, he definitely got hit pretty hard. There is definitely a concussion." Carlos clicked his flashlight off and proceeded to put Bosco on the backboard.
~~~
Swersky and Detective Larson met up with Faith in the ER waiting room.
"Faith?" Swersky sat beside her.
She looked up from her magazine though she really wasn't reading it. "Yeah?"
"How is he?"
She sighed. "They took x-rays of his back and head. He's got bruises all over his back. His face is pretty beaten up too. He has a hairline fracture in his forehead and one of his vertebrae was knocked out of place. Luckily, that won't affect him, he'll just be in some pain."
"Is he awake?"
"I'm not sure. They haven't let me in there yet." She nodded and closed her magazine.
Swersky stood up. "Go home Faith. Get some rest."
"I can't Lieu. There's no way I can sleep now. Oh yeah, this picture was on his chest when I came into his apartment. It is him, I'd say when he was 12 or so."
Swersky looked at the picture and showed it to Larson. "I wonder if the killer thought he had killed Bosco?"
Faith shrugged. "Thank God he didn't though. Maybe Bosco can remember what he looked like and we can solve this."
"We are headed up to his room now."
~~~
Swersky and Faith walked in the quiet room slowly. The only sounds came from the oxygen machine located to the left of Bosco's bed. His eyes were open but he seemed to be confused.
"Boz?" Faith leaned over his bed, frightened by how beat up his face looked.
"Hi." His voice was raspy.
Swersky stood back. "I'll come back later for the questions, he's too out of it to even know who I am."
Faith nodded and turned her attention back to Bosco.
"Boz, you made it through, you are okay." She smiled and gave a small laugh.
"I feel dead." He gave a weak laugh and began to fall asleep.
~~~
That morning Faith woke up in a small chair beside Bosco's bed. She was sore from being restricted to a small space. She rubbed her neck and realized Bosco was awake and watching a movie on HBO. She glanced at her watch and noticed that it was 8:30.
"Hey Faith." He lifted his hand off of the bed and smiled at her. His bed was propped to where he could see the TV.
"Well, I can say you look a hell of a lot better today."
He smiled, "I feel better too."
She stared at the bruising under his eyes and around his cheek. "Boz, Swersky is gonna come ask you some questions later today. Are you going to be up for them?"
"I guess I can't avoid them now can I? It's not like I can get up and run away."
Swersky arrived in the hospital room at around 9:45. He knocked on the door and entered the room. He glanced up at the TV and laughed.
"Training Day? Now that is a good movie Bosco."
"Yep, I like it."
Swersky threw the picture of Bosco down on the bed. "That was left on you last night Bosco."
Bosco looked over the picture. "That is my 6th grade picture. Before we get started Lieu, just to save you some time, I didn't see the guy that did this to me."
"So it was a guy?" Swersky took the picture back and placed it in a small manila folder.
"Yeah. The voice sounded like a guy. I don't know many girls that can swing a bat like that."
Swersky leaned against the bed. "You can't remember anything but the voice and the baseball bat?"
Bosco nodded. "Right."
Faith followed Swersky out in the hallway. "Did the doctor mention anything about short term memory loss?" Swersky sighed as he stared back at Faith.
"They said there are apparent signs."
"Let's hope he starts remembering things. Once the killer realizes Bosco is alive he's gonna come back."
Little did Swersky and Faith know, the killer would be back. He meant to leave Bosco alive to make him suffer....
TBC....