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Chapter 3~ Waking up is Hard to do
Bosco saw himself on a path, he didn't know where it led, but he knew, somehow, that he must go down it. This path, wasn't like any other, with thorns lining it, and, there seemed to be a trail of blood, leading into the distance.
Someone was hurt, he thought. He started running, like he usually did after perps, but he didn't come to the end of the road, before his eyes shot open.
A stabbing pang had gripped him, and he squeezed his stomach with his left hand. The pang was only momentarily, and he laid back down on the bed, relaxing.
"You ok?" Bosco looked up to find Sully leaning over him. He wished he'd stop, he had a headache, and Sully looked multiplied to him.
"Bosco.." Faith wanted to tell him the news, but she wasn't sure how he would take it. Bosco was strong, but even she knew he could be broken down.
Bosco could sense there was something everyone was hiding from him.
"What?" he looked at her. she rubbed her hands together.
"The Doctor said-" Sully interrupted her, "Faith!" he hissed.
"Sull, I wonna know." Bosco looked at him, and Faith continued.
"The Doctor said that, you need a transplant." She said quietly. Bosco didn't understand her. A transplant? For what?
"He said your right kidney was punctured when you were shot. And since they are both smaller then average, he says you need emergency surgery, right away." She finished, to find Bosco staring straight ahead.
"And I thought id get to watch the game tonight." Davis and Sully both laughed at this.
"You can still do that. He says the surgery should only take a couple of hours, three tops. They are very quick about-" Bosco cut her off.
"Faith, I was kidding. There is no game tonight." He smiled.
"Oh, well, I didn't know. I don't pay attention to those things." she jumped a little, as the door opened.
"Ah, Officer, you're awake." The same doctor who had treated him when he had his panic attack, walked into the room, saying hi to Faith, and nodding towards Sully and Davis.
"You." Bosco said simply. He remembered that day. He had been chasing another perp, who, having just robbed a bank, had Bosco in hot pursuit. Bosco thought of that day, like it was the reason he was in this mess.
Turning a corner, Bosco came to an alley, a dead end, and the perp held the bag of money, as though his life depended on it.
"Drop the bag!" he yelled, as he leaned over. The guy looked at him, and on Bosco's third time of ordering him, he finally dropped it.
When it fell, it exploded, causing Bosco's heart to stop, bringing on his attack. The guy didn't know what was going on but, he knew he now had the chance to escape without harm.
The next thing he saw, was Faith's face, looking over him with fear. He didn't know what had happened either. Bosco couldn't think, as he heard in the background, "He wasn't shot, it's fake blood." Sully's voice echoed in his head, as he fought against himself to breathe.
That when he saw Sully kneel down next to him, and he honestly thought he was dying. He heard Sully say he was going to be ok, but deep down, he knew he'd never be ok, again.
"Officer?" The doctor's voice cut into Bosco's thoughts now, bringing him back to the painful reality that had succumbed him.
"Do you know anyone?" Know anyone? Bosco thought about this, where did he start? Faith, Sully, Davis-
"I don't think he understands you." Faith interrupted his list, and tried to explain it to him.
"You need to have a transplant-"
"I know, Faith. You told me, remember?" he whispered.
"Right, I did." Faith stood up again.
"The doctor needs to know if you know anyone who can help." she started again, making Bosco even more confused.
"With the surgery? Isn't that what Medical School is for?" Davis laughed, and Sully rubbed his face. He hated it when Bosco was a smartass, and they were trying to get a straight answer out of him.
"With the transplant, Bosco. They need to find a match for you." Bosco nodded.
"There are only two people I know, besides my mom, that match. My dad, and Mikey." Faith sighed. Bosco's mother was out of town with her new boyfriend, and nobody knew exactly where 'out of town', was.
Bosco knew his brother would kill him, before he'd ever help. He understood this. Bosco had arrested his brother, and thrown him in jail, about a year and a half ago. He wasn't expecting a 'Thank You' card, anytime soon.
"What about your dad?" Bosco had apparently been talking out loud, because Faith knew exactly where he was going with this.
"He didn't even care where the hell I was after nine eleven. I'm not getting into that. Isn't there anything else that you can do?" Bosco didn't want to think about the cab ride. How his father kept his eyes on the road ahead, only looking back to his son a few times, never answering him. Bosco hated his father for what he had done, both to his family, and himself.
Bosco made himself stop thinking. It was hard to wake up, face everything head on, unable to run from it, or joke about it.
Faith was worried. It could be days, even months, before they found a match. She wasn't willing to wait that long.
"Is there any way I could?" Faith turned to ask the doctor. He looked at her.
"We'd have to check and see if you're a match-" Bosco waved his arms furiously.
"No way. No way in Hell!" he didn't scream, but he could swear everyone outside of the room stopped to stare at him.
"Bosco-" Faith tried to talk some sense into him, but he wouldn't have it.
"There is no way, and I mean that doc, that you are going to let her do this. I will sue your ass, and this hospital for years." He threatened, and the Doctor shook his head.
"Then we have to put you on the list then, officer." he wrote something on his clipboard, and looked at his patient again.
"So be it." Bosco shrugged. He'd rather die in this hospital, then see Faith put her life on the line for him.
"But-" Faith wanted to kick her partner, stranger his neck even. How could he be so stubborn, at a time like this.
"Officer," this time the Doctor looked at Faith, "This is between him, and myself. If he doesn't want your help, I have to respect his wishes," he turned to look at Bosco, "No matter how selfish they are." Bosco laughed, he could care less what the Doctor thought, point was, Faith wasn't going under the knife for him. And if he died today, he couldn't be anything less then happy about that fact.
The Doctor was paged at that moment, and he bid them well, leaving the room. Bosco waved his hands, saying 'shoo', making Sully and Faith want to smack him. Davis just stood there. He knew Bosco could be bullheaded, but stupid? He had heard the stories, even seen a couple of times, but in the end, Bosco wasn't stupid, but rather, knew exactly what he was doing. And Davis couldn't have anything but respect for him, for that.
**Note:: If you hate this, sorry, but, read on anyway- cause I think it gets better!**
Chapter 3~ Waking up is Hard to do
Bosco saw himself on a path, he didn't know where it led, but he knew, somehow, that he must go down it. This path, wasn't like any other, with thorns lining it, and, there seemed to be a trail of blood, leading into the distance.
Someone was hurt, he thought. He started running, like he usually did after perps, but he didn't come to the end of the road, before his eyes shot open.
A stabbing pang had gripped him, and he squeezed his stomach with his left hand. The pang was only momentarily, and he laid back down on the bed, relaxing.
"You ok?" Bosco looked up to find Sully leaning over him. He wished he'd stop, he had a headache, and Sully looked multiplied to him.
"Bosco.." Faith wanted to tell him the news, but she wasn't sure how he would take it. Bosco was strong, but even she knew he could be broken down.
Bosco could sense there was something everyone was hiding from him.
"What?" he looked at her. she rubbed her hands together.
"The Doctor said-" Sully interrupted her, "Faith!" he hissed.
"Sull, I wonna know." Bosco looked at him, and Faith continued.
"The Doctor said that, you need a transplant." She said quietly. Bosco didn't understand her. A transplant? For what?
"He said your right kidney was punctured when you were shot. And since they are both smaller then average, he says you need emergency surgery, right away." She finished, to find Bosco staring straight ahead.
"And I thought id get to watch the game tonight." Davis and Sully both laughed at this.
"You can still do that. He says the surgery should only take a couple of hours, three tops. They are very quick about-" Bosco cut her off.
"Faith, I was kidding. There is no game tonight." He smiled.
"Oh, well, I didn't know. I don't pay attention to those things." she jumped a little, as the door opened.
"Ah, Officer, you're awake." The same doctor who had treated him when he had his panic attack, walked into the room, saying hi to Faith, and nodding towards Sully and Davis.
"You." Bosco said simply. He remembered that day. He had been chasing another perp, who, having just robbed a bank, had Bosco in hot pursuit. Bosco thought of that day, like it was the reason he was in this mess.
Turning a corner, Bosco came to an alley, a dead end, and the perp held the bag of money, as though his life depended on it.
"Drop the bag!" he yelled, as he leaned over. The guy looked at him, and on Bosco's third time of ordering him, he finally dropped it.
When it fell, it exploded, causing Bosco's heart to stop, bringing on his attack. The guy didn't know what was going on but, he knew he now had the chance to escape without harm.
The next thing he saw, was Faith's face, looking over him with fear. He didn't know what had happened either. Bosco couldn't think, as he heard in the background, "He wasn't shot, it's fake blood." Sully's voice echoed in his head, as he fought against himself to breathe.
That when he saw Sully kneel down next to him, and he honestly thought he was dying. He heard Sully say he was going to be ok, but deep down, he knew he'd never be ok, again.
"Officer?" The doctor's voice cut into Bosco's thoughts now, bringing him back to the painful reality that had succumbed him.
"Do you know anyone?" Know anyone? Bosco thought about this, where did he start? Faith, Sully, Davis-
"I don't think he understands you." Faith interrupted his list, and tried to explain it to him.
"You need to have a transplant-"
"I know, Faith. You told me, remember?" he whispered.
"Right, I did." Faith stood up again.
"The doctor needs to know if you know anyone who can help." she started again, making Bosco even more confused.
"With the surgery? Isn't that what Medical School is for?" Davis laughed, and Sully rubbed his face. He hated it when Bosco was a smartass, and they were trying to get a straight answer out of him.
"With the transplant, Bosco. They need to find a match for you." Bosco nodded.
"There are only two people I know, besides my mom, that match. My dad, and Mikey." Faith sighed. Bosco's mother was out of town with her new boyfriend, and nobody knew exactly where 'out of town', was.
Bosco knew his brother would kill him, before he'd ever help. He understood this. Bosco had arrested his brother, and thrown him in jail, about a year and a half ago. He wasn't expecting a 'Thank You' card, anytime soon.
"What about your dad?" Bosco had apparently been talking out loud, because Faith knew exactly where he was going with this.
"He didn't even care where the hell I was after nine eleven. I'm not getting into that. Isn't there anything else that you can do?" Bosco didn't want to think about the cab ride. How his father kept his eyes on the road ahead, only looking back to his son a few times, never answering him. Bosco hated his father for what he had done, both to his family, and himself.
Bosco made himself stop thinking. It was hard to wake up, face everything head on, unable to run from it, or joke about it.
Faith was worried. It could be days, even months, before they found a match. She wasn't willing to wait that long.
"Is there any way I could?" Faith turned to ask the doctor. He looked at her.
"We'd have to check and see if you're a match-" Bosco waved his arms furiously.
"No way. No way in Hell!" he didn't scream, but he could swear everyone outside of the room stopped to stare at him.
"Bosco-" Faith tried to talk some sense into him, but he wouldn't have it.
"There is no way, and I mean that doc, that you are going to let her do this. I will sue your ass, and this hospital for years." He threatened, and the Doctor shook his head.
"Then we have to put you on the list then, officer." he wrote something on his clipboard, and looked at his patient again.
"So be it." Bosco shrugged. He'd rather die in this hospital, then see Faith put her life on the line for him.
"But-" Faith wanted to kick her partner, stranger his neck even. How could he be so stubborn, at a time like this.
"Officer," this time the Doctor looked at Faith, "This is between him, and myself. If he doesn't want your help, I have to respect his wishes," he turned to look at Bosco, "No matter how selfish they are." Bosco laughed, he could care less what the Doctor thought, point was, Faith wasn't going under the knife for him. And if he died today, he couldn't be anything less then happy about that fact.
The Doctor was paged at that moment, and he bid them well, leaving the room. Bosco waved his hands, saying 'shoo', making Sully and Faith want to smack him. Davis just stood there. He knew Bosco could be bullheaded, but stupid? He had heard the stories, even seen a couple of times, but in the end, Bosco wasn't stupid, but rather, knew exactly what he was doing. And Davis couldn't have anything but respect for him, for that.
**Note:: If you hate this, sorry, but, read on anyway- cause I think it gets better!**