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Chapter 7~ Finders Keepers, Keepers Weepers
Bosco had walked down these halls, so many times in the past week that, he didn't know the difference between here, and his real home. He couldn't believe Noble was dead. He couldn't even think about the hearing that would be taking place, within the hour. How many times would he have to lose, before he could win?
"Yo," Davis tapped Bosco's shoulder, Bosco turned to face his friend. "Hey," Bosco grinned, trying to hide the fear, and nervousness, in his voice, "What are you doing here?" "Ah, that," Davis was the one to smile now, "I just met up with Melanie. We've got a date." "At least you're hitting. I cant even get Angela's attention." Bosco looked towards the front desk. His girlfriend, was filing some papers, and seemed preoccupied, talking to another officer. "Well, you got a base hit." Davis patted his back. "What're you talking about, man?" Bosco didn't look at him, but Davis continued, "I got Melanie to talk to Angela, and, we're all going to the Lunge tonight." "No kidding?" Bosco darted his eyes from the officer at the desk, to his partner beside him. "We're meeting on our lunch our. You game?" Bosco was about to say yes, but he then remembered the hearing. "Ah, shit." He kicked the tiled floor, and Davis looked confused. "You cant go?" "I've got Cruz, the thing. You know. Dam nit. I wanted to see Ange too." "Oh, right, I totally spaced about that. Don't let Ange hear you're going to be with Cruz, when you could be with her. I'd hate to see those fireworks explode." "Can't you talk in normal sentences?" Bosco laughed, and Davis grabbed a hold of a nurse who had just passed him. "You thought you could escape me!" He said in a 'Terminator' voice. The woman laughed, and pretended to be in trouble. "I'm going to get you a spare key." Bosco looked at them, almost smiling. "We have three, thank you." Bosco chuckled at Davis' response, and just as he was about to ask him something, Angela put her arms around his waist. "Hello, stranger." Bosco couldn't believe he was going to pass up lunch with her, just to go with the Witch to a hearing. He could care less if Cruz was burned at the stake.
"You're stranger, can't go with us later, Ange."Ty laughed, as Bosco gave him a threatening glare. "You're ditching me again?" she wasn't angry, she understood the job that came along with the badge. "I have to straighten something out, I'll try and be quick about it." He put his arms around her, and they kissed, causing Davis to groan, and Bosco to punch him in his arm. "How about dinner, then?" Angela hadn't ever felt this way about another man. Whether Bosco knew it or not, she believed, she was in love, with him. "I think the hanging will be done by then." Davis said. "I have to get a damn dictionary just to understand you, Ty." "Well, we're going to go Lunging now, so, peace!" Ty and Melanie raced for the door, leaving Bosco and Angela to stare, in awe.
"Now that is one messed up couple." Bosco remarked, Angela patting his stomach. "So, how about dinner?" "Sounds great to me. Cruz will have me dead by then." Angela hated Cruz. It was amazing, someone who loved peace, loved people, hated someone who was purposively both of those things. Bosco looked at his watch, it was eleven forty five. He'd just make it to the hearing, if he got out of here now.
"Eh, I have to go, babe." Angela sighed, and kissed him. "See you later, stud." Bosco waved goodbye from the door, and she winked, silently vowing to make Cruz pay for all that she had done to him.
"Glad to see you finally decided to show up!" Cruz hissed in Bosco's ear, as they all took a seat. The captain was absent this time, having other duties at another precinct. The same two Detectives, Benton, and Johnston, were still there though.
"Officer Boscorelli, good of you to join us." Johnston said sarcastically, as he shook his hand. "Thrilled to be here." Bosco wanted out of here, as soon as possible. The thought of Angela in the hospital with those cunning cops, made him cringe.
"Now, where we left off last time," Benton took a seat beside his partner, and flipped a couple of papers.
"You're partner-" Bosco cut him off, "She's not my partner." "Whatever, Cruz," Johnston continued, "Informed us of a Victor Rodriguez, who was found on the scene, shortly after you two arrived. Am I correct?" Bosco's clenched his fists. This lie, had gone on long enough. "No." He said simply, making Cruz almost fall backwards in her chair.
"I'm sorry?" Benton looked up from his writing. "It was not, Victor Rodriguez, that we found standing there with the gun." Cruz' nostrils flared, as Bosco began to blow her cover. "If it wasn't Rodriguez, then who was it?" Johnston moved closer to Bosco's face. "Noble." He said quietly. As if the walls would break with every word he said.
The Detectives looked at each other, both shocked. "Are you telling me that Noble, the guy who just died in the hospital, was our shooter, Officer Boscorelli?" "That's exactly what I'm saying." Johnston stood up, rubbed his head with both hands, and his partner rubbed his chin. They seemed at a loss for words.
"Cruz covered it up, because she wanted to find out who murdered her sister, and when I went to find the evidence in his apartment, which she knew of, she and I both arrived at the apartment, while my real partner," he shot a look towards Cruz, who's hand was squeezing the table for dear life, "found the gun, the evidence, and we all ended up in a stand off. Cruz held the gun to my partner, I held the gun to her, as did my partner with Noble's gun. Just as my partner," Johnston interrupted him, "Who is your partner, exactly?" "Yokas, Faith Yokas." Benton sighed, as Bosco continued, "Just as my partner as giving Noble's gun back to Cruz, she and Cruz decided at the last minute, to not follow through. All three of our guns went off, I accidentally shot Noble, Cruz shot past Faith, into Noble's sofa, and Faith, shot the armoire behind Cruz. That's what happened. I'm not lying anymore." He said the last part of the confession, while looking sideways at Cruz.
Johnston leaned onto the table, "You know what this means then, right?" "I'll be charged with murder, and Cruz, along with Faith, will be suspended, pending the investigation." Bosco said this, as though he was reading it out of a manual.
"That, Officer Boscorelli, is what we should be doing," Benton stood up now, his partner shaking his head, and breathing slowly.
"What you should be doing?" Bosco didn't get it. Any other time, Bosco would have been in handcuffs by now, along with Cruz. "However," Johnston said quietly, as his partner looked at him cautiously, "Instead of never coming forward, and putting some other junkie away for something he didn't, surprisingly do," he added, "we can not move on with this particular investigation, because Noble is now dead, and as far as we are concerned," he took another breath, "this is over."
Bosco couldn't believe his luck. First Angela, then this?
"Officer, you are excused." Benton finished for his partner, and Johnston took a seat in the back, casually nodding at Bosco, as he left the room.
Bosco leaned back against the door, wondering why they hadn't excuse Cruz yet.
"As for you, Cruz," Bosco could definitely tell this guy had some past issues with her. He wondered, who hadn't she ticked off? "You, are a whole other story. You, tried to cover up a major investigation, drag more officers into the mess, and then, you didn't even have the decency to admit to the story. After Officer Boscorelli practically put his neck on the line for you."
Johnston took the cuffs off his pants, and looked at Cruz, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can, and will, be used against you, in a court of law-" Bosco gasped, as he peaked in the crack in the door.
He was standing there, trying to realize what exactly had happened to get them this far, when the door suddenly started to open. Before he could be caught listening, or seen, he ran.
Bosco drove his car effortlessly. He was thinking about Cruz. Why had they stuck her with the rap, and not him?
"Yo Bosco!" Bosco shook his head, at the sound of someone calling his name, and found that, Davis and Melanie were in the car next to him.
"Hey man! What are you two kids doing in this part of the hood?" Bosco joked, and Davis told Melanie something. "Oh, alright. I'll tell him." She turned to look at Bosco now, who looked rather confused. "Ty says he wants you to meet him back at the hospital." Bosco nodded and, right as he was saying goodbye, Melanie added, "There's something we need to tell you." She looked sad, Bosco thought. This must be serious.
Back at the hospital, Bosco stood at the front desk. There was no sign of Angela, yet.
"Yo, you got here fast." Ty greeted him, kissing Melanie goodbye, as she gave a mournful look towards Bosco. "Did I do something to offend her?" he asked, smacking hands with his partner. Ty glanced back at his girl, and then back at his friend, "Nah, man. I've gotta tell you something though. I tried getting a hold of you on your cell, but you didn't answer." "I was at the hearing, Davis." "Yeah, I know. But they told me they'd still try and catch you, on your way out." "What's up?" Bosco stood up straight. There was definitely something going on here.
"I don't know how to tell you this." Ty looked at the ground, as Bosco tilted his head, trying to make eye contact with him. "Tell me what?" "About Mikey." Ty answered, and when he looked up, his eyes looked watery. "What about Mikey? What happened?" Bosco was sick of everyone treating him like he couldn't take bad news. His whole life had been full of it.
"He died. About an hour ago." Bosco's mouth dropped, and his eyes became wider. "What?" "The nurses, said they tried everything they could. But there was nothing they could really do. Angela-" "Where is she?" Bosco ordered. "Bosco-" "Where is she?" "She's talking to your mom, but Bosco-" Bosco took off towards the ICU. That's where he had originally come, when he was done with his surgery, as had Noble. So he knew his brother would be there too.
"Ma?" Bosco had just opened the door to room three fifty nine, d. Rose looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I didn't want you two dying before me." She whispered, as Bosco shut the door quietly. Angela rubbed his mom's arm. They had gotten very close, since Bosco had been brought in.
"I'm so sorry, Maurice." Angela said, as she hugged her boyfriend. Bosco looked at the body lying on the bed. What was once his brother, now looked like one of the victim's they usually came across, on the street. "What happened?" Bosco sat by his mom, who took his one arm, and nearly bruised it, from squeezing too hard. Angela stood by the end of the bed, "The Doctor said there was nothing he could have done. The damage was already there, for years. That the drugs and alcohol had finally caught up to him. He said he knew it would someday." Rose looked at her, and she apologized for talking about her son that way. "If only he had listened. I told him to stop. I tried sending him to rehab, everything." Bosco felt like dying himself, as he watched his mom slowly rise up from the side of the bed, and smooth down Mikey's hair. "I'm sorry." She whispered into his ear. Even though he couldn't really hear her, she had a feeling he was somewhere, and the message would get to him.
Bosco had never seen someone he loved die before. He had been to countless numbers of funerals in his young life, but never, had he achieved such a mental image, of death.
"Ma," Bosco took a step towards Rose, as he forced himself to look away from his younger brother's body. "We need to plan the funeral." She ignored him, but took his hand in hers, kissing it every now and then. "I will Ma, I'll take care of it."
Then, as though someone had just thrown water onto her, Rose's eyes grew big.
"Angela," she said loudly, and Angela took a cautious step towards her. "Get the Doctor, now." Angela followed her order, although, very confused, and left Bosco alone with his mother. "Ma? Are you ok? What's going on?" Rose turned to face him. She grabbed a hold of his face, and he became scared of her almost. "What-?" "Maurice, you need to speak to the Doctor." She said calmly, even though she didn't look like she felt this way. Bosco hadn't seen this side of his mom before, so he didn't know what his reaction should be. "What are you talking about?" "You have one of Mikey's kidney's. If Mikey got sick, that means you will, too." She looked fearful, and Bosco realized what she was trying to explain.
"I didn't even think of that." Bosco said softly. Why hadn't he thought of this?
"You need to sit." Rose shoved Bosco into the chair, next to Mikey's bed, and Bosco continued to worry about his mom. "I think you need to sit, Ma." "Are you feeling ok?" She checked him over, and Bosco would have laughed, had this not been a serious situation.
Angela came back with the same Doctor who had performed the transplant. "Have you felt any differently then you have in the past, Officer?"
"I'm off duty." Bosco's mom smacked him lightly on the cheek. "No." he answered, now wasn't the time to be smart. "Your vital signs seem fine. But we cant be too sure." The Doctor returned the stethoscope back to his neck, as he jotted down a couple of notes.
"We might have to go in for another surgery, Officer." Both Bosco, and his mom, opened their mouths. He had just had two surgery's in the past two weeks. The hospital had actually expressed how amazed they were at his progress.
"Are you saying that this kidney could go bad?" Bosco asked. The Doctor gave him a pitying look. "It probably already has. Your brother showed great signs of recuperating. And then," he looked at the body on the bed, "this happened. Out of no where, it seemed. My mind is still going back to what could have gone wrong." "Officer, we will have to put you back on the list. And you'll have to wait here, while another donor is found." Bosco took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. His mom rubbed his arm, and Angela had a hand over her open mouth.
It had been pure luck that, Bosco had found someone he knew as a match, before. But now, for a second transplant, how were they supposed to find somebody else, especially when the chances of survival for the donor, were very slim.
Chapter 7~ Finders Keepers, Keepers Weepers
Bosco had walked down these halls, so many times in the past week that, he didn't know the difference between here, and his real home. He couldn't believe Noble was dead. He couldn't even think about the hearing that would be taking place, within the hour. How many times would he have to lose, before he could win?
"Yo," Davis tapped Bosco's shoulder, Bosco turned to face his friend. "Hey," Bosco grinned, trying to hide the fear, and nervousness, in his voice, "What are you doing here?" "Ah, that," Davis was the one to smile now, "I just met up with Melanie. We've got a date." "At least you're hitting. I cant even get Angela's attention." Bosco looked towards the front desk. His girlfriend, was filing some papers, and seemed preoccupied, talking to another officer. "Well, you got a base hit." Davis patted his back. "What're you talking about, man?" Bosco didn't look at him, but Davis continued, "I got Melanie to talk to Angela, and, we're all going to the Lunge tonight." "No kidding?" Bosco darted his eyes from the officer at the desk, to his partner beside him. "We're meeting on our lunch our. You game?" Bosco was about to say yes, but he then remembered the hearing. "Ah, shit." He kicked the tiled floor, and Davis looked confused. "You cant go?" "I've got Cruz, the thing. You know. Dam nit. I wanted to see Ange too." "Oh, right, I totally spaced about that. Don't let Ange hear you're going to be with Cruz, when you could be with her. I'd hate to see those fireworks explode." "Can't you talk in normal sentences?" Bosco laughed, and Davis grabbed a hold of a nurse who had just passed him. "You thought you could escape me!" He said in a 'Terminator' voice. The woman laughed, and pretended to be in trouble. "I'm going to get you a spare key." Bosco looked at them, almost smiling. "We have three, thank you." Bosco chuckled at Davis' response, and just as he was about to ask him something, Angela put her arms around his waist. "Hello, stranger." Bosco couldn't believe he was going to pass up lunch with her, just to go with the Witch to a hearing. He could care less if Cruz was burned at the stake.
"You're stranger, can't go with us later, Ange."Ty laughed, as Bosco gave him a threatening glare. "You're ditching me again?" she wasn't angry, she understood the job that came along with the badge. "I have to straighten something out, I'll try and be quick about it." He put his arms around her, and they kissed, causing Davis to groan, and Bosco to punch him in his arm. "How about dinner, then?" Angela hadn't ever felt this way about another man. Whether Bosco knew it or not, she believed, she was in love, with him. "I think the hanging will be done by then." Davis said. "I have to get a damn dictionary just to understand you, Ty." "Well, we're going to go Lunging now, so, peace!" Ty and Melanie raced for the door, leaving Bosco and Angela to stare, in awe.
"Now that is one messed up couple." Bosco remarked, Angela patting his stomach. "So, how about dinner?" "Sounds great to me. Cruz will have me dead by then." Angela hated Cruz. It was amazing, someone who loved peace, loved people, hated someone who was purposively both of those things. Bosco looked at his watch, it was eleven forty five. He'd just make it to the hearing, if he got out of here now.
"Eh, I have to go, babe." Angela sighed, and kissed him. "See you later, stud." Bosco waved goodbye from the door, and she winked, silently vowing to make Cruz pay for all that she had done to him.
"Glad to see you finally decided to show up!" Cruz hissed in Bosco's ear, as they all took a seat. The captain was absent this time, having other duties at another precinct. The same two Detectives, Benton, and Johnston, were still there though.
"Officer Boscorelli, good of you to join us." Johnston said sarcastically, as he shook his hand. "Thrilled to be here." Bosco wanted out of here, as soon as possible. The thought of Angela in the hospital with those cunning cops, made him cringe.
"Now, where we left off last time," Benton took a seat beside his partner, and flipped a couple of papers.
"You're partner-" Bosco cut him off, "She's not my partner." "Whatever, Cruz," Johnston continued, "Informed us of a Victor Rodriguez, who was found on the scene, shortly after you two arrived. Am I correct?" Bosco's clenched his fists. This lie, had gone on long enough. "No." He said simply, making Cruz almost fall backwards in her chair.
"I'm sorry?" Benton looked up from his writing. "It was not, Victor Rodriguez, that we found standing there with the gun." Cruz' nostrils flared, as Bosco began to blow her cover. "If it wasn't Rodriguez, then who was it?" Johnston moved closer to Bosco's face. "Noble." He said quietly. As if the walls would break with every word he said.
The Detectives looked at each other, both shocked. "Are you telling me that Noble, the guy who just died in the hospital, was our shooter, Officer Boscorelli?" "That's exactly what I'm saying." Johnston stood up, rubbed his head with both hands, and his partner rubbed his chin. They seemed at a loss for words.
"Cruz covered it up, because she wanted to find out who murdered her sister, and when I went to find the evidence in his apartment, which she knew of, she and I both arrived at the apartment, while my real partner," he shot a look towards Cruz, who's hand was squeezing the table for dear life, "found the gun, the evidence, and we all ended up in a stand off. Cruz held the gun to my partner, I held the gun to her, as did my partner with Noble's gun. Just as my partner," Johnston interrupted him, "Who is your partner, exactly?" "Yokas, Faith Yokas." Benton sighed, as Bosco continued, "Just as my partner as giving Noble's gun back to Cruz, she and Cruz decided at the last minute, to not follow through. All three of our guns went off, I accidentally shot Noble, Cruz shot past Faith, into Noble's sofa, and Faith, shot the armoire behind Cruz. That's what happened. I'm not lying anymore." He said the last part of the confession, while looking sideways at Cruz.
Johnston leaned onto the table, "You know what this means then, right?" "I'll be charged with murder, and Cruz, along with Faith, will be suspended, pending the investigation." Bosco said this, as though he was reading it out of a manual.
"That, Officer Boscorelli, is what we should be doing," Benton stood up now, his partner shaking his head, and breathing slowly.
"What you should be doing?" Bosco didn't get it. Any other time, Bosco would have been in handcuffs by now, along with Cruz. "However," Johnston said quietly, as his partner looked at him cautiously, "Instead of never coming forward, and putting some other junkie away for something he didn't, surprisingly do," he added, "we can not move on with this particular investigation, because Noble is now dead, and as far as we are concerned," he took another breath, "this is over."
Bosco couldn't believe his luck. First Angela, then this?
"Officer, you are excused." Benton finished for his partner, and Johnston took a seat in the back, casually nodding at Bosco, as he left the room.
Bosco leaned back against the door, wondering why they hadn't excuse Cruz yet.
"As for you, Cruz," Bosco could definitely tell this guy had some past issues with her. He wondered, who hadn't she ticked off? "You, are a whole other story. You, tried to cover up a major investigation, drag more officers into the mess, and then, you didn't even have the decency to admit to the story. After Officer Boscorelli practically put his neck on the line for you."
Johnston took the cuffs off his pants, and looked at Cruz, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can, and will, be used against you, in a court of law-" Bosco gasped, as he peaked in the crack in the door.
He was standing there, trying to realize what exactly had happened to get them this far, when the door suddenly started to open. Before he could be caught listening, or seen, he ran.
Bosco drove his car effortlessly. He was thinking about Cruz. Why had they stuck her with the rap, and not him?
"Yo Bosco!" Bosco shook his head, at the sound of someone calling his name, and found that, Davis and Melanie were in the car next to him.
"Hey man! What are you two kids doing in this part of the hood?" Bosco joked, and Davis told Melanie something. "Oh, alright. I'll tell him." She turned to look at Bosco now, who looked rather confused. "Ty says he wants you to meet him back at the hospital." Bosco nodded and, right as he was saying goodbye, Melanie added, "There's something we need to tell you." She looked sad, Bosco thought. This must be serious.
Back at the hospital, Bosco stood at the front desk. There was no sign of Angela, yet.
"Yo, you got here fast." Ty greeted him, kissing Melanie goodbye, as she gave a mournful look towards Bosco. "Did I do something to offend her?" he asked, smacking hands with his partner. Ty glanced back at his girl, and then back at his friend, "Nah, man. I've gotta tell you something though. I tried getting a hold of you on your cell, but you didn't answer." "I was at the hearing, Davis." "Yeah, I know. But they told me they'd still try and catch you, on your way out." "What's up?" Bosco stood up straight. There was definitely something going on here.
"I don't know how to tell you this." Ty looked at the ground, as Bosco tilted his head, trying to make eye contact with him. "Tell me what?" "About Mikey." Ty answered, and when he looked up, his eyes looked watery. "What about Mikey? What happened?" Bosco was sick of everyone treating him like he couldn't take bad news. His whole life had been full of it.
"He died. About an hour ago." Bosco's mouth dropped, and his eyes became wider. "What?" "The nurses, said they tried everything they could. But there was nothing they could really do. Angela-" "Where is she?" Bosco ordered. "Bosco-" "Where is she?" "She's talking to your mom, but Bosco-" Bosco took off towards the ICU. That's where he had originally come, when he was done with his surgery, as had Noble. So he knew his brother would be there too.
"Ma?" Bosco had just opened the door to room three fifty nine, d. Rose looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I didn't want you two dying before me." She whispered, as Bosco shut the door quietly. Angela rubbed his mom's arm. They had gotten very close, since Bosco had been brought in.
"I'm so sorry, Maurice." Angela said, as she hugged her boyfriend. Bosco looked at the body lying on the bed. What was once his brother, now looked like one of the victim's they usually came across, on the street. "What happened?" Bosco sat by his mom, who took his one arm, and nearly bruised it, from squeezing too hard. Angela stood by the end of the bed, "The Doctor said there was nothing he could have done. The damage was already there, for years. That the drugs and alcohol had finally caught up to him. He said he knew it would someday." Rose looked at her, and she apologized for talking about her son that way. "If only he had listened. I told him to stop. I tried sending him to rehab, everything." Bosco felt like dying himself, as he watched his mom slowly rise up from the side of the bed, and smooth down Mikey's hair. "I'm sorry." She whispered into his ear. Even though he couldn't really hear her, she had a feeling he was somewhere, and the message would get to him.
Bosco had never seen someone he loved die before. He had been to countless numbers of funerals in his young life, but never, had he achieved such a mental image, of death.
"Ma," Bosco took a step towards Rose, as he forced himself to look away from his younger brother's body. "We need to plan the funeral." She ignored him, but took his hand in hers, kissing it every now and then. "I will Ma, I'll take care of it."
Then, as though someone had just thrown water onto her, Rose's eyes grew big.
"Angela," she said loudly, and Angela took a cautious step towards her. "Get the Doctor, now." Angela followed her order, although, very confused, and left Bosco alone with his mother. "Ma? Are you ok? What's going on?" Rose turned to face him. She grabbed a hold of his face, and he became scared of her almost. "What-?" "Maurice, you need to speak to the Doctor." She said calmly, even though she didn't look like she felt this way. Bosco hadn't seen this side of his mom before, so he didn't know what his reaction should be. "What are you talking about?" "You have one of Mikey's kidney's. If Mikey got sick, that means you will, too." She looked fearful, and Bosco realized what she was trying to explain.
"I didn't even think of that." Bosco said softly. Why hadn't he thought of this?
"You need to sit." Rose shoved Bosco into the chair, next to Mikey's bed, and Bosco continued to worry about his mom. "I think you need to sit, Ma." "Are you feeling ok?" She checked him over, and Bosco would have laughed, had this not been a serious situation.
Angela came back with the same Doctor who had performed the transplant. "Have you felt any differently then you have in the past, Officer?"
"I'm off duty." Bosco's mom smacked him lightly on the cheek. "No." he answered, now wasn't the time to be smart. "Your vital signs seem fine. But we cant be too sure." The Doctor returned the stethoscope back to his neck, as he jotted down a couple of notes.
"We might have to go in for another surgery, Officer." Both Bosco, and his mom, opened their mouths. He had just had two surgery's in the past two weeks. The hospital had actually expressed how amazed they were at his progress.
"Are you saying that this kidney could go bad?" Bosco asked. The Doctor gave him a pitying look. "It probably already has. Your brother showed great signs of recuperating. And then," he looked at the body on the bed, "this happened. Out of no where, it seemed. My mind is still going back to what could have gone wrong." "Officer, we will have to put you back on the list. And you'll have to wait here, while another donor is found." Bosco took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. His mom rubbed his arm, and Angela had a hand over her open mouth.
It had been pure luck that, Bosco had found someone he knew as a match, before. But now, for a second transplant, how were they supposed to find somebody else, especially when the chances of survival for the donor, were very slim.