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"Maurice? What are you doing? You're not still asleep?!" Mrs. Boscorelli's voice yelled at him, "You're already late! What, do you think the school bus is just going to wait for you? Get up! Get up!"
"…Get up!"
"Maa'?" Bosco mumbled confusedly.
"C'mon! Get up!" Tina Ching demanded, jabbing him in the side with her elbow.
He swung his head around, clearing it of his thoughts of the past. Opening his eyes slightly, he sighed, "What…?"
"You have to get me out of here!" Tina told him, "I'm going to be late for my interview with the mayor!"
"The mayor…?" Bosco said slowly, finally taking in what was around him.
While his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that rubble was everywhere, covering everything. He rubbed the settling dust from his eyes.
Glancing over at Tina, he noticed her left foot was pinned under a large slab of concrete.
Laying on his stomach, he tried to pull himself forward to assist her, but quickly found he couldn't move. Looking back, he saw that from the middle of his back and down, he was trapped underneath debris.
"I don't think I'm going to be helping anyone." Bosco said, realizing that he REALLY could not move.
"Oh come on!" Tina exclaimed, attempting to pull her foot free. "All I wanted was an interview with you and--!"
"Is anyone hurt?!" Bosco yelled over Tina's self-pitying whine, remembering that Yokas might have still been in the police station.
Calls of 'we're fine over here' and 'what the hell happened?' answered him.
He looked back at Tina Ching, "Look, you…" he shook his head, "--You need to get me out of here so I can go help them."
"Get YOU out? Excuse me, I'M stuck too!"
Bosco sighed tiredly, letting his cheek rest on the floor, "Just…get me out."
Tina cocked her head to the right, "Hey. Are you okay?"
Lifting his head, he frowned, and said angrily, "I'm covered under a ton of rubble, do I look okay?"
"Fine. Sorry for asking." She said crossly, bending down and starting to undo the snaps on her left high heel.
After finishing, she deftly wrenched her foot free, the concrete immediately crushing her expensive-looking shoe. She whimpered sadly, "Two hundred dollars…" Turning to Bosco, she crawled forward and tried lifting the slabs off of him.
"They're too heavy!" She told him, immediately giving up.
"…Okay."
Tina stared at him, "What?"
Bosco's eyes were closed.
"Hey. Hey, get up!"
His eyes flew open, and after a moment, they focused on her, "Huh?"
"What's wrong with you?" She asked harshly, "Hey! Don't close your eyes! Look at me!"
He did, saying slowly, "Get me out."
"Fine, just keep your eyes open. Why are you acting like this?" She asked, trying to lift the slabs again.
"My…back." He sighed, struggling not to close his eyes.
"Your back?" She repeated, succeeding in lifting a slab. Throwing it to the side, she started on another. "What's wrong with your back? Well, besides the obvious."
He didn't answer her. Looking down, she saw his eyes were still open, but they were looking rather hazy.
Focusing her attention back onto the concrete, she lifted another piece and threw it aside quickly. Then she saw what was probably making Bosco act like he was.
A pipe was jutting about six inches out of the right side of his lower back. What looked like gallons of blood was seeping from around the metal tube and under Bosco's stomach.
"Aa. Aaaa." She said disjointedly.
Bosco picked up on her worried tone, "What is it?"
"I… wait here a second." She said, standing up and making her way through the rubble, looking for someone to help.
"Is anyone here a doctor!?" Tina called in a high, cracking voice.
"Over here!" A voice called to her right.
Making her way towards it, Tina finally saw a black man bent over another man, putting a bandage on his arm.
"You're the doctor, right?" she asked, rubbing her hands together nervously.
"Well, a paramedic. Name's Doc." He said, looking up at her, "What's the problem?"
"Uh, a…Boscorelli, Mr. Boscorelli, he's got a problem."
Doc's eyebrows raised worriedly, "Again?"
"He's over there." Tina told him.
"All right." Doc finished wrapping the other man's arm, asking him, "Will you go outside and wait for help? Tell them we need more paramedics."
The man nodded, leaving Doc to follow Tina.
"Whoa!" Doc exclaimed when his eyes fell upon Bosco.
Tina watched as he rushed over and pulled stuff out of his bag, looking as if he was trying to stop the blood flow around the pipe.
"Bosco? Bosco, open your eyes for me." Doc said, getting out his little flashlight and shining it on Bosco's face.
"Doc?" He asked in a slightly slurred voice, "What are you doing here?"
"Helping you." He answered.
"No, I mean…at the police station."
Doc went back to work around the pipe, "Actually, I came here to talk to you."
"Why?"
"To drop off your birthday present."
"Birthday? That's…that's not 'till next week." Bosco told him, then yelled out in pain as Doc touched the wound.
"Sorry." He said, "I dropped it off now. I'm not going to be here next week. I'm taking a vacation."
"Oh." Bosco gritted his teeth, "This is really starting to hurt man."
"It didn't before?" Doc asked.
"No…it was numb, I think."
Doc suddenly turned around, spotting Tina, "Miss--"
"Tina. Tina Ching." She told him.
"Tina, would you go and see if any other paramedics are around? We have to get him off this pipe."
She nodded and left.
Doc brought his attention back to Bosco. "I'm going to try to get this concrete off of you, all right? Try not to move."
"Fine."
Doc slowly made his way through all the rubble, finally revealing the rest of Bosco's body.
"Can you do me a favor, Bosco?"
"Well, as long as it doesn't involve me moving."
Doc smiled, "Not much, can you wiggle your feet?"
"Sure…" He said, "Except my broken one."
"Okay. Go ahead."
Bosco glanced up at him, "I am." he replied.
After a moment of silence, Doc turned to his bag wearily, "Okay Bosco. I'm going to give you some morphine now, all right?"
Bosco clenched his fists painfully, "Sounds good to me."
*
"Hey! Hey, Mr. Paramedic, sir!" Tina called across the street, "Yes, you! A paramedic in here says he needs you!"
Carlos Nieto sighed exasperatedly, grabbing his bag, "Who?"
Tina waved the shoe she'd taken off as she tried to remember, "Um, something like Doc…"
"…All right, just gimme' a minute."
She frowned, "We really don't have time-" She felt someone poke her shoulder, and spinning around she said angrily, "Excuse me?"
"What are you doing here?" Faith Yokas asked, none too kindly.
Tina looked her up and down, "Do I know you?"
"I know you. You're that lady who keeps hassling Bosco on the news."
Her eyes lit up happily, "You recognize me! Are you a fan? Do you want my autograph?"
Yokas looked taken aback, "No. What are you doing here? Did you set that bomb, maybe to get yourself on the news?"
Tina's jaw fell open. "No I did not!" she said, sounding scandalized, "And I don't need to set any bombs to get on the news!"
Carlos came up beside Tina then, "Okay, where's Doc?"
"How does she know where Doc is?" Yokas interrupted.
Tina glanced at her again, "Oh! Now I recognize you! You're Bosco's partner, right? I saw you at the hospital."
Yokas frowned at her.
"Anyway, Doc came when I told him what happened to Mr. Boscorel-- er, Bosco.--"
"What?" Yokas asked, "What happened to him?"
Tina's mouth opened soundlessly, finally at a loss for words. "Um. Just… just follow me."
*
"Oh my God." Yokas breathed, coming upon Bosco with a pipe sticking out of his back, and a ton of blood all around him.
Doc looked up at her, and seeing Carlos he said, "We have to get him to the hospital. He's lost so much blood."
Bosco looked up at them, "Yokas! How are you? I was actually thoughting that…wait…thoughting isn't a word…is it?"
"Blood loss and morphine are getting to him." Doc told them. "Hey Bosco, we're going to have to lift you up off of that pipe, all right?"
He sighed, "Sounds good to me."
Carlos stared at Doc. "We can't lift him up! We have to cut the concrete around him and--"
"We don't have the time!" Doc interrupted, "Or the equipment!"
Carlos rubbed around his mouth nervously, finally saying, "Fine."
"Bosco, we're going to have to lift you up, like I said, okay?"
He smiled, "I already said 'yes' Doc."
"Bosco, it's going to hurt. A lot."
Swaying his head side to side, he frowned sadly, "No…the morphine--"
"Bosco, the morphine will only help so much. When we lift you, you have to promise not to move, all right?"
"Aaaw… Okay?" He replied, sounding unsure.
"Bosco, you CAN'T move. Understand?"
"Yes. I understand." He slurred.
Doc turned to the other three people, "All right, let's do this."
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"Maurice? What are you doing? You're not still asleep?!" Mrs. Boscorelli's voice yelled at him, "You're already late! What, do you think the school bus is just going to wait for you? Get up! Get up!"
"…Get up!"
"Maa'?" Bosco mumbled confusedly.
"C'mon! Get up!" Tina Ching demanded, jabbing him in the side with her elbow.
He swung his head around, clearing it of his thoughts of the past. Opening his eyes slightly, he sighed, "What…?"
"You have to get me out of here!" Tina told him, "I'm going to be late for my interview with the mayor!"
"The mayor…?" Bosco said slowly, finally taking in what was around him.
While his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that rubble was everywhere, covering everything. He rubbed the settling dust from his eyes.
Glancing over at Tina, he noticed her left foot was pinned under a large slab of concrete.
Laying on his stomach, he tried to pull himself forward to assist her, but quickly found he couldn't move. Looking back, he saw that from the middle of his back and down, he was trapped underneath debris.
"I don't think I'm going to be helping anyone." Bosco said, realizing that he REALLY could not move.
"Oh come on!" Tina exclaimed, attempting to pull her foot free. "All I wanted was an interview with you and--!"
"Is anyone hurt?!" Bosco yelled over Tina's self-pitying whine, remembering that Yokas might have still been in the police station.
Calls of 'we're fine over here' and 'what the hell happened?' answered him.
He looked back at Tina Ching, "Look, you…" he shook his head, "--You need to get me out of here so I can go help them."
"Get YOU out? Excuse me, I'M stuck too!"
Bosco sighed tiredly, letting his cheek rest on the floor, "Just…get me out."
Tina cocked her head to the right, "Hey. Are you okay?"
Lifting his head, he frowned, and said angrily, "I'm covered under a ton of rubble, do I look okay?"
"Fine. Sorry for asking." She said crossly, bending down and starting to undo the snaps on her left high heel.
After finishing, she deftly wrenched her foot free, the concrete immediately crushing her expensive-looking shoe. She whimpered sadly, "Two hundred dollars…" Turning to Bosco, she crawled forward and tried lifting the slabs off of him.
"They're too heavy!" She told him, immediately giving up.
"…Okay."
Tina stared at him, "What?"
Bosco's eyes were closed.
"Hey. Hey, get up!"
His eyes flew open, and after a moment, they focused on her, "Huh?"
"What's wrong with you?" She asked harshly, "Hey! Don't close your eyes! Look at me!"
He did, saying slowly, "Get me out."
"Fine, just keep your eyes open. Why are you acting like this?" She asked, trying to lift the slabs again.
"My…back." He sighed, struggling not to close his eyes.
"Your back?" She repeated, succeeding in lifting a slab. Throwing it to the side, she started on another. "What's wrong with your back? Well, besides the obvious."
He didn't answer her. Looking down, she saw his eyes were still open, but they were looking rather hazy.
Focusing her attention back onto the concrete, she lifted another piece and threw it aside quickly. Then she saw what was probably making Bosco act like he was.
A pipe was jutting about six inches out of the right side of his lower back. What looked like gallons of blood was seeping from around the metal tube and under Bosco's stomach.
"Aa. Aaaa." She said disjointedly.
Bosco picked up on her worried tone, "What is it?"
"I… wait here a second." She said, standing up and making her way through the rubble, looking for someone to help.
"Is anyone here a doctor!?" Tina called in a high, cracking voice.
"Over here!" A voice called to her right.
Making her way towards it, Tina finally saw a black man bent over another man, putting a bandage on his arm.
"You're the doctor, right?" she asked, rubbing her hands together nervously.
"Well, a paramedic. Name's Doc." He said, looking up at her, "What's the problem?"
"Uh, a…Boscorelli, Mr. Boscorelli, he's got a problem."
Doc's eyebrows raised worriedly, "Again?"
"He's over there." Tina told him.
"All right." Doc finished wrapping the other man's arm, asking him, "Will you go outside and wait for help? Tell them we need more paramedics."
The man nodded, leaving Doc to follow Tina.
"Whoa!" Doc exclaimed when his eyes fell upon Bosco.
Tina watched as he rushed over and pulled stuff out of his bag, looking as if he was trying to stop the blood flow around the pipe.
"Bosco? Bosco, open your eyes for me." Doc said, getting out his little flashlight and shining it on Bosco's face.
"Doc?" He asked in a slightly slurred voice, "What are you doing here?"
"Helping you." He answered.
"No, I mean…at the police station."
Doc went back to work around the pipe, "Actually, I came here to talk to you."
"Why?"
"To drop off your birthday present."
"Birthday? That's…that's not 'till next week." Bosco told him, then yelled out in pain as Doc touched the wound.
"Sorry." He said, "I dropped it off now. I'm not going to be here next week. I'm taking a vacation."
"Oh." Bosco gritted his teeth, "This is really starting to hurt man."
"It didn't before?" Doc asked.
"No…it was numb, I think."
Doc suddenly turned around, spotting Tina, "Miss--"
"Tina. Tina Ching." She told him.
"Tina, would you go and see if any other paramedics are around? We have to get him off this pipe."
She nodded and left.
Doc brought his attention back to Bosco. "I'm going to try to get this concrete off of you, all right? Try not to move."
"Fine."
Doc slowly made his way through all the rubble, finally revealing the rest of Bosco's body.
"Can you do me a favor, Bosco?"
"Well, as long as it doesn't involve me moving."
Doc smiled, "Not much, can you wiggle your feet?"
"Sure…" He said, "Except my broken one."
"Okay. Go ahead."
Bosco glanced up at him, "I am." he replied.
After a moment of silence, Doc turned to his bag wearily, "Okay Bosco. I'm going to give you some morphine now, all right?"
Bosco clenched his fists painfully, "Sounds good to me."
*
"Hey! Hey, Mr. Paramedic, sir!" Tina called across the street, "Yes, you! A paramedic in here says he needs you!"
Carlos Nieto sighed exasperatedly, grabbing his bag, "Who?"
Tina waved the shoe she'd taken off as she tried to remember, "Um, something like Doc…"
"…All right, just gimme' a minute."
She frowned, "We really don't have time-" She felt someone poke her shoulder, and spinning around she said angrily, "Excuse me?"
"What are you doing here?" Faith Yokas asked, none too kindly.
Tina looked her up and down, "Do I know you?"
"I know you. You're that lady who keeps hassling Bosco on the news."
Her eyes lit up happily, "You recognize me! Are you a fan? Do you want my autograph?"
Yokas looked taken aback, "No. What are you doing here? Did you set that bomb, maybe to get yourself on the news?"
Tina's jaw fell open. "No I did not!" she said, sounding scandalized, "And I don't need to set any bombs to get on the news!"
Carlos came up beside Tina then, "Okay, where's Doc?"
"How does she know where Doc is?" Yokas interrupted.
Tina glanced at her again, "Oh! Now I recognize you! You're Bosco's partner, right? I saw you at the hospital."
Yokas frowned at her.
"Anyway, Doc came when I told him what happened to Mr. Boscorel-- er, Bosco.--"
"What?" Yokas asked, "What happened to him?"
Tina's mouth opened soundlessly, finally at a loss for words. "Um. Just… just follow me."
*
"Oh my God." Yokas breathed, coming upon Bosco with a pipe sticking out of his back, and a ton of blood all around him.
Doc looked up at her, and seeing Carlos he said, "We have to get him to the hospital. He's lost so much blood."
Bosco looked up at them, "Yokas! How are you? I was actually thoughting that…wait…thoughting isn't a word…is it?"
"Blood loss and morphine are getting to him." Doc told them. "Hey Bosco, we're going to have to lift you up off of that pipe, all right?"
He sighed, "Sounds good to me."
Carlos stared at Doc. "We can't lift him up! We have to cut the concrete around him and--"
"We don't have the time!" Doc interrupted, "Or the equipment!"
Carlos rubbed around his mouth nervously, finally saying, "Fine."
"Bosco, we're going to have to lift you up, like I said, okay?"
He smiled, "I already said 'yes' Doc."
"Bosco, it's going to hurt. A lot."
Swaying his head side to side, he frowned sadly, "No…the morphine--"
"Bosco, the morphine will only help so much. When we lift you, you have to promise not to move, all right?"
"Aaaw… Okay?" He replied, sounding unsure.
"Bosco, you CAN'T move. Understand?"
"Yes. I understand." He slurred.
Doc turned to the other three people, "All right, let's do this."
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