August 15th, 2004
She was still asleep. She looked like Sleeping Beauty. Although no matter how many times he kissed her, Faith wouldn't wake up. She had lost too much blood and didn't have enough oxygen for awhile. The doctors kept telling Bosco that there could be a chance that she wouldn't wake up.
Believe it or not, there was some good news though. Her two surgeries, one for repairs and one just to explore and survey the damage went extremely well. Her voice box was fully in tacked so after some therapy, she would be able to talk. She was now breathing on her own and that was a big hurdle for her to jump over. Bosco couldn't handle this though. Two week without his wife was hell.
"Look whose here, Faith." Bosco sat on Faith's bed with Vincent, "Vinny cried all night for you. He wants you to come home."
"Momma!" Vincent whimpered as he reached for Faith.
"The house is terrible looking without you. Ma has come by to help with the dinner stuff." Bosco said.
"Momma." Vincent lay down on Faith's chest.
"Be careful, Buddy. Mommy is still very sick. You can be jumping on her." He patted his son's back. Vincent nuzzled into Faith's neck, feeling the comfort he had been missing for two weeks.
"Momma." Vincent said softy. Faith's hand twitched slightly as her eyes started to flutter open. Bosco's heart stopped.
"Faith?" He whispered as he took her hand. He could feel in move slightly. Faith looked up to the ceiling. Everything was hazy and confusing. She had no idea where she was. What had happened?
"Ahhgrr…" Faith croaked.
"Don't talk. You're not ready to yet." Bosco said as he kissed her forehead. "G-God, you're awake. I th-thought you'd never wake up." He cried softly. None of this was registering in Faith's head, "Let me go get the doctor." He ran out. Faith was barely able to move. Vincent bounced on her chest. Faith groaned slightly.
"Officer Boscorelli, you're awake." Dr. Jamingson walked up to Faith's bedside; "You were giving us quite a scare." Faith stared at him oddly; "You can't talk. Blink once for yes and blink twice for no, okay?" Faith blinked once. Her throat was so sore. Her throat was numb.
"Come on, Buddy." Bosco took his son, "Let the doctor work on Mommy."
"Do you remember what happened, Faith?" She blinked twice, "You were at work with your partner and you were shot in the neck. You lost a lot of blood and had to have a tube down your throat for awhile. You had two surgeries. You've been asleep for two weeks. Do you remember now?" She blinked twice.
"When can she come home, Dr. Jamingson?" Bosco asked.
"A week in a minimum. She needs to have voice therapy and see if she has any other damage." Bosco nodded slowly.
"At least we have evidence to put those Ravens away for good. Does it hurt, Faith?" Bosco asked softly. She blinked once.
"I'll up you medication." The doctor said. Faith lifted her hand and made a writing motion. "Here." R. Jamingson handed her a pad and pen.
"I can't believe she's awake. Thank the good lord." Bosco whispered kissing Vincent's head. Faith slowly wrote something on the paper. She showed it to Bosco. It read: Sull ok? He nodded, "Sully is fine. He's been so scared. He came in every day to check on you."
"Faith should get some sleep, Officer." Dr. Jamingson said.
"She's been asleep for two weeks. I need to talk to my wife. I need to know she's going to be okay. I have to." He said.
"Sleep helps heal the body." Dr. Jamingson said, "Another five minutes."
"Thank you." Bosco said softly. Faith wrote another note. This note read: Em + Char. "They're fine. They've been spending time with Fred. He's been great and helpful. He's been here lingering sometimes." Faith rolled her eyes.
How close 2 dead. Faith wrote again. Bosco stared at the paper. His heart was hurting even looking at the words. His lip trembled slightly. He nodded slowly.
"Very close. It um…It didn't look good for a long time." He took in a shuddery breath. "You weren't waking up. I w-was convinced, I…I was convinced I would have to make the decision whether or not to keep you alive on machine, b-but then you started to breath on your own." He started to cry. Faith's eyes filled with tears. Even in her fuzzy, confused, drug induced state, she could see how terrified Bosco still was. She dropped the pen and touched Bosco's hand. He looked at her; "I love you, Faith. You fucking scared me."
She smiled sleepily at him. Bosco's heart was swelling with love. He returned her smile, "We'll talk about this later. Go get some sleep, Baby." Bosco held Vincent as he watched Faith fall asleep. He couldn't believe Faith was awake. She was communication with him. Maybe he recovery would be quicker than everyone thought.
August 29th, 2004
Faith was recovering slowly, but surely. Her voice was still really soft, but she could talk. It was raspy and Bosco always felt like it was hurting her, but she insisted talking didn't hurt anymore. It just sounded like it did. Even though it was hot out, Faith was wearing scarves and turtle necks. She couldn't bear to have anyone look at her neck. She couldn't even have Bosco look at it. As if she didn't feel bad enough about the scars from pregnancy and the scars on her breast, she had this one and it was going to be the biggest one yet. Bosco looked at Faith as she read in their bed. It was nice to have her home.
"You hungry?" He asked. Faith shook her head.
"No." She whispered.
"Are you sure?" He asked. Faith nodded.
"I had a big dinner, Bos." She whispered as she looked at him.
"I know. I just want to make sure you eat. You're still really skinny." He said. Faith chuckled.
"I don't mind being really skinny." Faith rasped as she put her book down. "And you don't have to keep asking me if I need anything."
"Yes I do." He said, "You're still healing." Faith sighed.
"Bos, I'm fine." She said.
"You're not fine. You were shot Faith. I slept next to you last night. I know you're having nightmares." She looked away from her husband. She couldn't lie anymore.
"They're nothing." She said.
"They're something. You dream about being shot."
"No I don't." She whispered.
"Faith, don't lie to me." Bosco said, "Tell me how you are."
"How I am???" Faith tried to yelled, but it only came out as a raspy whisper. "I'll tell you how I am. I was shot. I almost died. I have a constant reminder of it. I will never get over it." She put her hand over her scarf.
"Let me see it." He said. Faith shook her head.
"No." She whispered.
"Let me see it." He said again. He eyes filled with tears.
"I can't show you." She spoke inaudibly.
"Now." Bosco said. Faith's lip trembled as she removed her scarf. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the look of disgust on his face. Bosco swallowed as he looked at the large red scar on his wife's neck. He reached out and touched it. She flinched. "It's not that bad, Faith."
"It's disgusting.' She rasped. Bosco made his wife look at him.
"Nothing on you is ever disgusting, Faith." He said. "You're gorgeous. You're alive and that's what matters."
"I don't want people to stare." She whispered.
"I'm not just anybody. I'm your husband." Bosco said. "I want you better." Faith looked at him as tears spilled down her cheek.
"Oh Bos." Faith started to sob in his chest; "I'm so scared."
"I know." He wrapped his arms around her, "I know you are. I am too and I promise I will help you through this. I will do everything in my power to make everything okay." Bosco held his wife tightly. It tore his heart to see Faith in mental pain
