Thank you to the reviewers!!!!! Seriously, your reviews are the basically the only thing that keeps me writing this story!
-By the way, BethanyChristine, I beg to differ. This is the BEST game of Clue EVER. :)
-Also, ace I would like to thank, because you keep comin' back! Also boscolvr!
And every other reviewer that has ever reviewed my story!
____________________________________________________________________
Well… I hope the wait was worth it…
No, really… I think you'll like this chapter.
-smiles maliciously-
:)
AAAH!" Bosco screamed in pain, immediately forgetting he was supposed to be still.
"Stop--MOVING!" Doc yelled over him, lifting his upper back as Carlos and Yokas lifted the lower part of him.
"Careful! Slowly!" Doc barked, as Bosco continued howling in agony.
One moment later, Carlos yelled, "We're clear!"
Doc grunted as they lifted Bosco up and away from the pipe. "All right, set him down, set him down!"
"Let's get him on the stretcher." Doc said to Carlos as soon as Bosco touched the floor.
Yokas was rubbing Bosco's leg compassionately as he gasped for air laboriously. "It's all right, Bos. We'll have you to the hospital before you know it."
Doc and Carlos successfully replaced Bosco onto the stretcher before carrying him out of the police station, and to an ambulance.
Yokas stayed with him, holding his hand, and only letting go when she climbed into the back of the bus after him.
That was when Tina Ching suddenly materialized. "What about ME?"
Yokas stared at her, "What ABOUT you?"
"You can't just leave me here! My foot--"
"We have to go now!" Carlos interrupted as Doc started the engine.
Tina pouted, knowing this could be her news report of the year, and not quite willing to let it go. "But, my foot…"
Yokas exhaled disgustedly, "Fine. Get in."
She beamed victoriously as she clambered into the ambulance, narrowly missing getting hit in the ass when Carlos slammed the doors shut.
~*~
Bosco felt as if he'd been crushed under a ton of concrete.
Oh wait…
"Bos?" A voice interrupted his thoughts, "You awake?"
He slowly opened his dry mouth in an attempt to say 'yes'. Which failed. It seemed his vocal cords still needed time to wake up.
"Don't try to talk. There's a tube down your throat." The voice, which he now recognized as Yokas's, told him.
His eyebrows furrowed angrily. Why were people always asking him questions when they KNEW he couldn't answer?
Bosco decided it was time to face the world, so he opened his eyes.
Wincing at the bright light, it took a moment for the room to focus.
"Yoghas?" He managed to say gutturally as he saw Faith sitting next to his bed, watching him.
She smiled, "That's me."
His eyes flew to the other side of the bed, and he mentally recoiled at what he saw.
"Awake, I see!" Tina Ching beamed brightly. "How do you feel about an interview?"
Bosco stared at her for an uncomfortably long minute before returning to Yokas, looking at her with questioning eyes.
She shook her head sadly, "I couldn't get her to leave."
He sighed sadly.
"I'm going to go get the doctor, Bos. Promise not to get shot while I'm gone, all right?"
He managed a small smile before she left the room.
"Anyway…" Ms. Ching started as Yokas disappeared.
Ignoring Tina, Bosco managed to sit up with nary a groan.
"I can see you're not too keen about that interview, are you?"
Bosco closed his eyes. This lady made his head hurt.
Tina seemed oblivious to his discomfort. "How about a WRITTEN interview, then? You must be nervous with those cameras, I guess."
Thankfully, at that moment, the doctor reappeared, with Yokas close at his heels.
"Mr. Boscorelli." He said in recognition, "One moment, and we'll get that tube out of you."
Setting down his notepad at the foot of Bosco's bed, the doctor came over to him and grabbed the tube, "Breathe out."
Coughing harshly, Bosco was grateful when the tube was successfully extracted.
"All right." He said in a rasping voice, "What's the news?"
The doctor shook his head in amazement as he picked up the notepad and flipped through it's contents. "Well we had a scare on the field. The paramedics thought you might be paralyzed, but you had had such an astonishing loss of blood, that your brain just couldn't finish sending its' orders to your legs.… On a related note, that 'pipe' that went through your stomach, incredibly, did not puncture any vital organs." He said, still reading the papers, "To tell you the truth, it was remarkably easy to stitch you back up, Mr. Boscorelli."
"That's…good news?"
"Almost a miracle." He replied.
Suddenly, Bosco slammed a fist into his hand angrily, "So, who was the fucker that put the bomb in my locker?"
"We don't know for sure." Yokas piped in from behind the Doctor, "There's an investigation going on as we speak."
Bosco frowned, but asked quickly, "What happened to the station?"
"It's being rebuilt." She told him, "We're actually going to the fire station for role-call until it's finished."
Bosco blinked tiredly, "Is everyone else okay?"
Yokas rolled her eyes in exasperation, "Wouldn't you know it? Of course you were the only one seriously injured."
"I think it's time for Mr. Boscorelli to have some rest now." The doctor interrupted then.
Tina dropped something onto Bosco's lap then, "That's my number, there." She said, pointing to it, "Call me, and we'll set something up. I'll be back tomorrow!"
Bosco sighed, too tired to fight with that last statement as she glided elatedly from the room.
Yokas took the card and set it down on his bed table. "I'll be back tomorrow, too." she said with a smile. "Get better soon, all right? We still have to celebrate that birthday of yours."
"Birthday? Already?"
"Actually, it was yesterday." She informed him. "You've been out of it."
He laid back in his pillows, "I see that now."
"I've got to go see the kids and Fred. Seriously though, Bos. Get better quick." Yokas said.
"Of course. You know my health is always first on my agenda of 'things to do'." Bosco said seriously.
Yokas laughed, "Right."
"See ya' tomorrow." He said with a wave as she left the room.
~*~
Bosco looked away from his television as someone knocked on his hospital door.
Surprised, because people usually just come in, he called, "Yeah?"
He saw his mother's head pop into the room, "You busy?"
"Ma?" He muted the television, "Busy? What are you talkin' about?"
She smiled and came the rest of the way into the room, "How are you, dear?"
"I'm great. How are you?"
"Seeing as I'm not the one in the hospital bed, I'd say I'm doin' better then you." She said, resting at the foot of his bed.
"Well, if I'm 'great', you must be on cloud nine." He smirked.
She laughed, "Yes…" She put her hand on his bandaged foot, "Maurice, Maurice… How are you, really?"
He shrugged uncomfortably, "I'm fine, Ma."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Then why do you keep ending up in the hospital?" She asked.
He blinked, uncertain of what to say, "I--I guess it comes with the job description."
"Oh? Then why isn't Faith here with you?"
Sighing exasperatedly, he whined, "Ma, I--"
"No! I want you to start taking care of yourself!" She interrupted angrily, "You--You just have this reckless abandon for life, and I HATE it!"
He let himself slump into his pillows, "I don't have a reck--"
"Yes you do. Don't even try to argue that." She said irritably, "Do you even have a girlfriend?"
Bosco looked taken aback. "What? What does that have--"
"I think you're not meeting a woman on purpose! That way if you kill yourself while you're on the job, you won't feel guilty--"
"Ma!" He cried in a shocked tone.
"Do you?"
He shrunk into his pillows, "What?"
"Have a girlfriend?"
His mind racing, he finally said, "Yes."
She gazed at him shrewdly, "Oh, really?"
"Yes!" He yelled, angry now, too.
"What's her name, then?"
Bosco sighed exasperatedly, allowing his head to fall into the pillows. He looked out the window, then he saw a small white card sitting on his bed table.
"Well?"
"Tina." Bosco said slowly, and feeling as if he would rather jump into a vat of acid rather then continue this conversation.
His mother crossed her arms skeptically, "Is that right?"
"Yes!" He said defiantly, "You think I'm lying?"
"As a matter of fact--"
"Look Ma, I can't make you believe me." He said in an angry tone, "Her name's Tina Ching."
At that moment, the hospital door banged open.
Low and behold, Tina Ching stood there with a wide smile on her face, "That's me! Mr. Bo-- I mean…err. I'm Bosco's girlfriend!"
Bosco's mother looked astonished, "You're his girlfriend?"
Tina glanced at Bosco, who, she figured, was literally attempting to disappear by the way he was sinking into his bed.
"Oh yes!" She said jubilantly, "Bosco and I were just discussing birthday dinner plans! Right, hon'?"
Bosco had grabbed a pillow and now stuck his face into it, though she managed to make out a muffled, "Right."
"Well." Bosco's mother said in a strange way. "I guess I was wrong. I'll leave you two too it, then."
Bosco managed a small 'see ya', still not lifting the pillow from his face.
Tina Ching came and sat next to Bosco's bed.
After five minutes of silence, she brought her hand up to his pillow and slowly removed it, saying with a smile, "I think we have some things to discuss, don't you?"
Bosco could only stare at her... with fear clearly written in his eyes.
~*~
Short and sweet. The next one will be longer, I promise!
And it won't take so long, either!
:)
REVIEW!!!!!!!!REVIEW!!!!!!!!REVIEW!!!!!!!!REVIEW!!!!!!!!
By the way, if anyone thinks they might need a beta-reader, please feel free to contact me.
I'd love to do it. :)
_______________________________
-- JasonLvr2010@yahoo.com
-By the way, BethanyChristine, I beg to differ. This is the BEST game of Clue EVER. :)
-Also, ace I would like to thank, because you keep comin' back! Also boscolvr!
And every other reviewer that has ever reviewed my story!
____________________________________________________________________
Well… I hope the wait was worth it…
No, really… I think you'll like this chapter.
-smiles maliciously-
:)
AAAH!" Bosco screamed in pain, immediately forgetting he was supposed to be still.
"Stop--MOVING!" Doc yelled over him, lifting his upper back as Carlos and Yokas lifted the lower part of him.
"Careful! Slowly!" Doc barked, as Bosco continued howling in agony.
One moment later, Carlos yelled, "We're clear!"
Doc grunted as they lifted Bosco up and away from the pipe. "All right, set him down, set him down!"
"Let's get him on the stretcher." Doc said to Carlos as soon as Bosco touched the floor.
Yokas was rubbing Bosco's leg compassionately as he gasped for air laboriously. "It's all right, Bos. We'll have you to the hospital before you know it."
Doc and Carlos successfully replaced Bosco onto the stretcher before carrying him out of the police station, and to an ambulance.
Yokas stayed with him, holding his hand, and only letting go when she climbed into the back of the bus after him.
That was when Tina Ching suddenly materialized. "What about ME?"
Yokas stared at her, "What ABOUT you?"
"You can't just leave me here! My foot--"
"We have to go now!" Carlos interrupted as Doc started the engine.
Tina pouted, knowing this could be her news report of the year, and not quite willing to let it go. "But, my foot…"
Yokas exhaled disgustedly, "Fine. Get in."
She beamed victoriously as she clambered into the ambulance, narrowly missing getting hit in the ass when Carlos slammed the doors shut.
~*~
Bosco felt as if he'd been crushed under a ton of concrete.
Oh wait…
"Bos?" A voice interrupted his thoughts, "You awake?"
He slowly opened his dry mouth in an attempt to say 'yes'. Which failed. It seemed his vocal cords still needed time to wake up.
"Don't try to talk. There's a tube down your throat." The voice, which he now recognized as Yokas's, told him.
His eyebrows furrowed angrily. Why were people always asking him questions when they KNEW he couldn't answer?
Bosco decided it was time to face the world, so he opened his eyes.
Wincing at the bright light, it took a moment for the room to focus.
"Yoghas?" He managed to say gutturally as he saw Faith sitting next to his bed, watching him.
She smiled, "That's me."
His eyes flew to the other side of the bed, and he mentally recoiled at what he saw.
"Awake, I see!" Tina Ching beamed brightly. "How do you feel about an interview?"
Bosco stared at her for an uncomfortably long minute before returning to Yokas, looking at her with questioning eyes.
She shook her head sadly, "I couldn't get her to leave."
He sighed sadly.
"I'm going to go get the doctor, Bos. Promise not to get shot while I'm gone, all right?"
He managed a small smile before she left the room.
"Anyway…" Ms. Ching started as Yokas disappeared.
Ignoring Tina, Bosco managed to sit up with nary a groan.
"I can see you're not too keen about that interview, are you?"
Bosco closed his eyes. This lady made his head hurt.
Tina seemed oblivious to his discomfort. "How about a WRITTEN interview, then? You must be nervous with those cameras, I guess."
Thankfully, at that moment, the doctor reappeared, with Yokas close at his heels.
"Mr. Boscorelli." He said in recognition, "One moment, and we'll get that tube out of you."
Setting down his notepad at the foot of Bosco's bed, the doctor came over to him and grabbed the tube, "Breathe out."
Coughing harshly, Bosco was grateful when the tube was successfully extracted.
"All right." He said in a rasping voice, "What's the news?"
The doctor shook his head in amazement as he picked up the notepad and flipped through it's contents. "Well we had a scare on the field. The paramedics thought you might be paralyzed, but you had had such an astonishing loss of blood, that your brain just couldn't finish sending its' orders to your legs.… On a related note, that 'pipe' that went through your stomach, incredibly, did not puncture any vital organs." He said, still reading the papers, "To tell you the truth, it was remarkably easy to stitch you back up, Mr. Boscorelli."
"That's…good news?"
"Almost a miracle." He replied.
Suddenly, Bosco slammed a fist into his hand angrily, "So, who was the fucker that put the bomb in my locker?"
"We don't know for sure." Yokas piped in from behind the Doctor, "There's an investigation going on as we speak."
Bosco frowned, but asked quickly, "What happened to the station?"
"It's being rebuilt." She told him, "We're actually going to the fire station for role-call until it's finished."
Bosco blinked tiredly, "Is everyone else okay?"
Yokas rolled her eyes in exasperation, "Wouldn't you know it? Of course you were the only one seriously injured."
"I think it's time for Mr. Boscorelli to have some rest now." The doctor interrupted then.
Tina dropped something onto Bosco's lap then, "That's my number, there." She said, pointing to it, "Call me, and we'll set something up. I'll be back tomorrow!"
Bosco sighed, too tired to fight with that last statement as she glided elatedly from the room.
Yokas took the card and set it down on his bed table. "I'll be back tomorrow, too." she said with a smile. "Get better soon, all right? We still have to celebrate that birthday of yours."
"Birthday? Already?"
"Actually, it was yesterday." She informed him. "You've been out of it."
He laid back in his pillows, "I see that now."
"I've got to go see the kids and Fred. Seriously though, Bos. Get better quick." Yokas said.
"Of course. You know my health is always first on my agenda of 'things to do'." Bosco said seriously.
Yokas laughed, "Right."
"See ya' tomorrow." He said with a wave as she left the room.
~*~
Bosco looked away from his television as someone knocked on his hospital door.
Surprised, because people usually just come in, he called, "Yeah?"
He saw his mother's head pop into the room, "You busy?"
"Ma?" He muted the television, "Busy? What are you talkin' about?"
She smiled and came the rest of the way into the room, "How are you, dear?"
"I'm great. How are you?"
"Seeing as I'm not the one in the hospital bed, I'd say I'm doin' better then you." She said, resting at the foot of his bed.
"Well, if I'm 'great', you must be on cloud nine." He smirked.
She laughed, "Yes…" She put her hand on his bandaged foot, "Maurice, Maurice… How are you, really?"
He shrugged uncomfortably, "I'm fine, Ma."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Then why do you keep ending up in the hospital?" She asked.
He blinked, uncertain of what to say, "I--I guess it comes with the job description."
"Oh? Then why isn't Faith here with you?"
Sighing exasperatedly, he whined, "Ma, I--"
"No! I want you to start taking care of yourself!" She interrupted angrily, "You--You just have this reckless abandon for life, and I HATE it!"
He let himself slump into his pillows, "I don't have a reck--"
"Yes you do. Don't even try to argue that." She said irritably, "Do you even have a girlfriend?"
Bosco looked taken aback. "What? What does that have--"
"I think you're not meeting a woman on purpose! That way if you kill yourself while you're on the job, you won't feel guilty--"
"Ma!" He cried in a shocked tone.
"Do you?"
He shrunk into his pillows, "What?"
"Have a girlfriend?"
His mind racing, he finally said, "Yes."
She gazed at him shrewdly, "Oh, really?"
"Yes!" He yelled, angry now, too.
"What's her name, then?"
Bosco sighed exasperatedly, allowing his head to fall into the pillows. He looked out the window, then he saw a small white card sitting on his bed table.
"Well?"
"Tina." Bosco said slowly, and feeling as if he would rather jump into a vat of acid rather then continue this conversation.
His mother crossed her arms skeptically, "Is that right?"
"Yes!" He said defiantly, "You think I'm lying?"
"As a matter of fact--"
"Look Ma, I can't make you believe me." He said in an angry tone, "Her name's Tina Ching."
At that moment, the hospital door banged open.
Low and behold, Tina Ching stood there with a wide smile on her face, "That's me! Mr. Bo-- I mean…err. I'm Bosco's girlfriend!"
Bosco's mother looked astonished, "You're his girlfriend?"
Tina glanced at Bosco, who, she figured, was literally attempting to disappear by the way he was sinking into his bed.
"Oh yes!" She said jubilantly, "Bosco and I were just discussing birthday dinner plans! Right, hon'?"
Bosco had grabbed a pillow and now stuck his face into it, though she managed to make out a muffled, "Right."
"Well." Bosco's mother said in a strange way. "I guess I was wrong. I'll leave you two too it, then."
Bosco managed a small 'see ya', still not lifting the pillow from his face.
Tina Ching came and sat next to Bosco's bed.
After five minutes of silence, she brought her hand up to his pillow and slowly removed it, saying with a smile, "I think we have some things to discuss, don't you?"
Bosco could only stare at her... with fear clearly written in his eyes.
~*~
Short and sweet. The next one will be longer, I promise!
And it won't take so long, either!
:)
REVIEW!!!!!!!!REVIEW!!!!!!!!REVIEW!!!!!!!!REVIEW!!!!!!!!
By the way, if anyone thinks they might need a beta-reader, please feel free to contact me.
I'd love to do it. :)
_______________________________
-- JasonLvr2010@yahoo.com
