CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The group looked up expectantly as the doctor entered the lounge. The pounding in Faith's head was so loud she had to strain to catch the doctor's words.
"We were able to stop the internal bleeding," he began "but his condition is still critical. We've done everything we can up to this point, so it's up to him now. Family members can visit him for a span of fifteen minutes each and then I would suggest everyone go home and get some rest."
Rose stood up to follow the doctor, but stopped short. Turning to Faith she said "Come, on. Let's go see him."
Faith gazed back at her, confused. "You.I can see him?"
"Well, yeah. He always said you were family," Rose answered, puzzled by Faith's hesitance.
Faith's eyes filled with unshed tears as she grabbed Rose's hand and headed towards the elevator.
Once in the ICU, Faith felt more anxious than ever. They followed the doctor to Bosco's room.
"One at a time, fifteen minutes each no more," he warned. "The nurse will be watching."
The doctor walked off as Rose entered first. Faith was unsettled by the silence of the floor. People died here, she mused. But not Maurice, she told herself insistently. He's going to pull through.
Maurice. Faith couldn't remember the last time she had referred to him by his first name. As close as they were, she couldn't inject that level of intimacy? Against her better judgment her mind wandered to Bosco's confession. Love her? Since when? How could she have been so blind? The gods could pull a cruel joke if they wanted to Faith pondered bitterly, recalling her own crush on Maurice Boscorelli. For the longest time Faith would entertain fantasies of running off with Bosco, leaving behind everything she knew for the sake of passion. But, she wised up long ago knowing deep in her heart it would never happen, she wasn't Bosco's type and she already had Fred. Faith shook her head ruefully recalling the shame and embarrassment she used to feel for thinking such thoughts. She was no Nicole and never would be. It got to a point where Faith had finally found the will to lock away that part of her life and focus on reality. She had done a pretty good job too, considering she had no idea her partner felt the same why. Oh, the gods could be so cruel.
But she couldn't focus on that right now. Getting Bosco better was what counted, she could sort out her jumbled feelings later. She looked up and saw Rose motioning her towards the door. Faith stood up, straightened her shoulders, and went in to see her partner.
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The group looked up expectantly as the doctor entered the lounge. The pounding in Faith's head was so loud she had to strain to catch the doctor's words.
"We were able to stop the internal bleeding," he began "but his condition is still critical. We've done everything we can up to this point, so it's up to him now. Family members can visit him for a span of fifteen minutes each and then I would suggest everyone go home and get some rest."
Rose stood up to follow the doctor, but stopped short. Turning to Faith she said "Come, on. Let's go see him."
Faith gazed back at her, confused. "You.I can see him?"
"Well, yeah. He always said you were family," Rose answered, puzzled by Faith's hesitance.
Faith's eyes filled with unshed tears as she grabbed Rose's hand and headed towards the elevator.
Once in the ICU, Faith felt more anxious than ever. They followed the doctor to Bosco's room.
"One at a time, fifteen minutes each no more," he warned. "The nurse will be watching."
The doctor walked off as Rose entered first. Faith was unsettled by the silence of the floor. People died here, she mused. But not Maurice, she told herself insistently. He's going to pull through.
Maurice. Faith couldn't remember the last time she had referred to him by his first name. As close as they were, she couldn't inject that level of intimacy? Against her better judgment her mind wandered to Bosco's confession. Love her? Since when? How could she have been so blind? The gods could pull a cruel joke if they wanted to Faith pondered bitterly, recalling her own crush on Maurice Boscorelli. For the longest time Faith would entertain fantasies of running off with Bosco, leaving behind everything she knew for the sake of passion. But, she wised up long ago knowing deep in her heart it would never happen, she wasn't Bosco's type and she already had Fred. Faith shook her head ruefully recalling the shame and embarrassment she used to feel for thinking such thoughts. She was no Nicole and never would be. It got to a point where Faith had finally found the will to lock away that part of her life and focus on reality. She had done a pretty good job too, considering she had no idea her partner felt the same why. Oh, the gods could be so cruel.
But she couldn't focus on that right now. Getting Bosco better was what counted, she could sort out her jumbled feelings later. She looked up and saw Rose motioning her towards the door. Faith stood up, straightened her shoulders, and went in to see her partner.
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