I lied there motionless staring up at the wall. I had a severe concussion, no shit. If you got hit in the head with the barrel of a gun, you would too. My mind was racing with thoughts as I thought about what was going on in the other room. I heard a loud commotion thought-out the pleasant halls of Mercy hospital. I wanted to find out how Cruz was.
The last I remember was seeing Faith looking down at me, telling me it was going to be okay. I believed her. Then everything blacked out again. I was told I would be blacking out on occasion for the next few weeks. Wasn't that great? They'd give me some medication but I was told to be put on desk duty for the next month.
Oh how exciting. I can't wait for that thrill a minute. I didn't much care how I was, I could be dead for all I cared, and I needed to know if Maritza had pulled though.
I swear I'd have a fit if she didn't, I mean, the selfishness I had. She had no right to die, none at all, Zippo, nada. I waited impatiently for news. 'Only one person at a time,' I heard in the hall. Oh I must be in ICU then, wonderful, just great, could this day just get much better? I heard my door open and close as Faith walked in.
"Hey, how you doing?" She asked standing next to me side. I turned my head to look at her.
"Just great," I muttered sarcastically. "She's okay right? She's alright?" I asked quickly. Faith gave me a confused look not fully understanding what I was talking about. "Cruz, Maritza, she's alright?" I asked quickly. Damn it Faith, give me an answer!
I watched her expression turned softer to me. Oh god, are you shiting me? "Bosco, we don't know yet, she's still in surgery," She paused, "She lost a lot of blood Boz." She replied touching my hand as I pulled it back.
"No, she has to be okay, she's going to be okay, and she's strong." I replied more to myself then her. She'd be okay, I know she will. That's all we said to each other. I forgot everything I wanted to tell her. I guess when you're at the edge of dieing, you realize how much you want to say before you die. That's when I remembered, Cruz told me to go into her drawer, she never told me what to look for, and I guess I'd know.
Faith nodded to me. "I'm sorry Boz, for everything." She let out a sunken sigh as she sat down in the chair next to me. I looked at her.
"Don't say you're sorry, don't you dare," I choked out with a small cough. I could still smell the stench of Meth in my nose. "You have nothing to say to me Faith, that's all." I replied cold heartedly. How could I just say that to Faith, my best friend, my partner? Well I did. She looked at me standing up brushing her hands on her jeans.
"Yeah, I shouldn't say I'm sorry, because I'm not. You don't want to believe me about that, that," she paused. I knew what she was going to say, that bitch, that low life Cruz. It made me furious that she couldn't even admit, Maritza Cruz is a human being, alive as you and me. She wouldn't.
"Say it, say it Faith." I taunted her. "Just say it!" I hissed. She gave me a disgusted look and stalked to the door. As she opened it up she looked at me quickly,
"You'll be sorry, Bosco." She said and with that last 'cheerful' note, she was gone.
TBC…Sorry the chapters were so short, but hey, then there's more to wait for.. lol
