CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Bosco slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring at a water-spotted ceiling. This is not my apartment, he thought irritably, who did I go home with this time? Bosco struggled to sit up but found that he couldn't. I feel like lead or something, he said to himself. Wait a minute.I can't talk! As soon as this dawned on him his body was hit with a sudden spasm of pain. Every time he tried to move his limbs felt as if they were on fire.
Relax, relax, he told himself. Think. At this command he suddenly remembered what had brought him here. Flashbacks of the shooting and the ambulance ride flew through his memory as he cursed his bad fortune. Not only was he shot all to hell, but he had spilled his guts to Faith.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, he chastised himself. He would have smacked his head if he could only lift his arm. Just then a nurse walked in and noticed his attempts at mobility.
"Officer Boscorelli, you're awake," she said cheerfully. "My name is Abby. I'll go notify the doctor."
Bosco watched the nurse leave, noting the nice way her butt filled out her scrubs. I'm losing my mind, Bosco thought. I'm checking out chicks now? Soon after, the doctor entered Bosco's room with chart in hand.
"Officer Boscorelli, welcome back," he greeted him. "I'm Dr. Benton. Despite being in a coma for four days, you're prognosis looks good. You'll be a guest of ours for awhile I'm afraid."
Bosco glared at the doctor. I gotta stay in here? Great. Just then he grimaced as another wave of pain coursed through his body.
"Give him ten of morphine," Dr. Benton said to Abby. "We're going take the tube out now okay? Just listen to me."
Bosco coughed violently as the tube was slid out of his throat. "Recovery will be rough officer, but we'll get you through it." Dr. Benton assured him. "Your mother should be here soon as well as your partner. "
"Wonderful," he croaked. The last thing he wanted to see was his mother's pain and his partner's revulsion. Bosco felt a headache coming on. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Hey Abby," Bosco squeaked. "Who's the jagoff that shot me?" ×××××××××
"Do you have to be a pain in the ass?" Rose asked, trying to shove green beans down her son's throat.
"This stuff sucks," Bosco whined. "What I need is a stiff bourbon."
"You can drink yourself silly when you get outta here," she replied successfully getting the spoon in his mouth. "Until then open up."
Bosco chewed thoughtfully on the slimy vegetables. He had been awake for a total of five days and was gaining his strength back more and more each day. Faith hadn't been to the hospital since he woke up. At first he was grateful; now he was hurt.
"Where the hell is Faith," Bosco asked gruffilly. "Does she think I bit it or something?"
Rose put down the spoon. "I have no idea what's going on," she said. "She was here with me every minute while you were sleeping. I called to tell her you had woken up and that's the last I heard of her."
"Well, she can kiss my ass," Bosco retorted, irritated with his hurt feelings.
Rose studied her son. "Maurice.what were you guys arguing about?'
"Huh?" he asked blankly.
"Faith said that you two were arguing and that's why you were shot. Or at least that's why she believed you were shot," Rose answered trying to sort out the logic of this. "Or something. I don't know, I think her guilt was talking. Anyways, what fight led you two into the alley?"
Bosco ruminated over this as he played with his sling. "At least he got my left arm," he said avoiding the question.
"Maurice."
"I don't remember. Okay? Is it important? No. It's not relevant as to why my ass is laid up in a hospital room." Bosco could feel another headache coming on.
"Well, I just think it's funny she was here when you were unconscious but isn't here to speak to you," Rose said, unwilling to let the subject drop. "It's almost as if she's avoiding you or something. I'm sure by now she realizes this isn't her fault.so maybe your fight is what's keeping her away."
Bosco winced as his mother voiced his own beliefs. He felt even worse for coming clean to Faith. But he honestly thought he was going to die-he couldn't go without confessing his true feelings. He owed that to himself. She must be disgusted with him. Bosco laid back against the pillows and closed his eyes. ×××××××××
Bosco slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring at a water-spotted ceiling. This is not my apartment, he thought irritably, who did I go home with this time? Bosco struggled to sit up but found that he couldn't. I feel like lead or something, he said to himself. Wait a minute.I can't talk! As soon as this dawned on him his body was hit with a sudden spasm of pain. Every time he tried to move his limbs felt as if they were on fire.
Relax, relax, he told himself. Think. At this command he suddenly remembered what had brought him here. Flashbacks of the shooting and the ambulance ride flew through his memory as he cursed his bad fortune. Not only was he shot all to hell, but he had spilled his guts to Faith.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, he chastised himself. He would have smacked his head if he could only lift his arm. Just then a nurse walked in and noticed his attempts at mobility.
"Officer Boscorelli, you're awake," she said cheerfully. "My name is Abby. I'll go notify the doctor."
Bosco watched the nurse leave, noting the nice way her butt filled out her scrubs. I'm losing my mind, Bosco thought. I'm checking out chicks now? Soon after, the doctor entered Bosco's room with chart in hand.
"Officer Boscorelli, welcome back," he greeted him. "I'm Dr. Benton. Despite being in a coma for four days, you're prognosis looks good. You'll be a guest of ours for awhile I'm afraid."
Bosco glared at the doctor. I gotta stay in here? Great. Just then he grimaced as another wave of pain coursed through his body.
"Give him ten of morphine," Dr. Benton said to Abby. "We're going take the tube out now okay? Just listen to me."
Bosco coughed violently as the tube was slid out of his throat. "Recovery will be rough officer, but we'll get you through it." Dr. Benton assured him. "Your mother should be here soon as well as your partner. "
"Wonderful," he croaked. The last thing he wanted to see was his mother's pain and his partner's revulsion. Bosco felt a headache coming on. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Hey Abby," Bosco squeaked. "Who's the jagoff that shot me?" ×××××××××
"Do you have to be a pain in the ass?" Rose asked, trying to shove green beans down her son's throat.
"This stuff sucks," Bosco whined. "What I need is a stiff bourbon."
"You can drink yourself silly when you get outta here," she replied successfully getting the spoon in his mouth. "Until then open up."
Bosco chewed thoughtfully on the slimy vegetables. He had been awake for a total of five days and was gaining his strength back more and more each day. Faith hadn't been to the hospital since he woke up. At first he was grateful; now he was hurt.
"Where the hell is Faith," Bosco asked gruffilly. "Does she think I bit it or something?"
Rose put down the spoon. "I have no idea what's going on," she said. "She was here with me every minute while you were sleeping. I called to tell her you had woken up and that's the last I heard of her."
"Well, she can kiss my ass," Bosco retorted, irritated with his hurt feelings.
Rose studied her son. "Maurice.what were you guys arguing about?'
"Huh?" he asked blankly.
"Faith said that you two were arguing and that's why you were shot. Or at least that's why she believed you were shot," Rose answered trying to sort out the logic of this. "Or something. I don't know, I think her guilt was talking. Anyways, what fight led you two into the alley?"
Bosco ruminated over this as he played with his sling. "At least he got my left arm," he said avoiding the question.
"Maurice."
"I don't remember. Okay? Is it important? No. It's not relevant as to why my ass is laid up in a hospital room." Bosco could feel another headache coming on.
"Well, I just think it's funny she was here when you were unconscious but isn't here to speak to you," Rose said, unwilling to let the subject drop. "It's almost as if she's avoiding you or something. I'm sure by now she realizes this isn't her fault.so maybe your fight is what's keeping her away."
Bosco winced as his mother voiced his own beliefs. He felt even worse for coming clean to Faith. But he honestly thought he was going to die-he couldn't go without confessing his true feelings. He owed that to himself. She must be disgusted with him. Bosco laid back against the pillows and closed his eyes. ×××××××××