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Chapter 3~ Awakening
Faith had kept herself busy, mainly because, she couldn't take Bosco's appearance. He wasn't the Bosco she had been partners with. The one that, she had grown to love, like a son.
Bosco was awake, but he wasn't talking much. Ty had explained the shooting to him, and he had taken to looking straight ahead, mumbling.
"He wants to know when he can get out of here." Ty leaned against the counter, as a nurse nodded at him.
This had been a long week. Bosco trying to make sense of what happened, and them, trying not to make sense of it. That wasn't easy, being friends, and partners, with Bosco.
"So when can he?" Ty rubbed his face, and waited impatiently, for her answer.
She grinned, "He can go home whenever he feels like it." She walked out from behind the desk and past him, "But, he has to go through physical therapy."
Ty groaned, "That'll be fun." Bosco, being forced to walk a certain way, be, a certain way. This, was going to be a long recovery.
After the nurse handed him some papers, Ty, made his way back to Bosco's room.
"Hey man." He saw Bosco nod at him, and look back at the TV.
"You can leave if you want." This got Bosco's attention.
"When?" he turned the TV off, and threw the remote to the next bed.
Ty shrugged, "Now, if you want." Bosco sighed, and tried moving off the bed.
"Yo, man, its not a race." Ty set the papers down, and walked over to the bed to help.
Bosco waved him off, and hissed loudly, as he stood up.
"I'll killing that son of a bitch." He held a hand to his stomach, and started walking very slowly, to the door.
Ty sighed at the sight, "Um, do you want me to call Sull? Have him bring the car by?"
Bosco shook his head, "I can hail a damn cab. people might feel sorry for me, I can get one faster." He half laughed, and leaned against the wall.
"This, sucks." He looked over at Ty, who was already staring at him, "You have no idea."
Ty grinned, "Actually, I do. Remember.. I got shot in the leg?"
Bosco nodded, "True. how did that end up, anyway?" he joked, as Ty rolled his eyes.
"I'm alive, and I'm getting dates again."
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Bosco breathed a sigh of relief, when he finally stepped into his apartment.
"Thank god. That hospital." he shook his head, as Ty walked in behind him.
"You sure you don't want me to stay?" he watched Bosco carefully, as he laid on the couch.
Bosco waved him off again, "Go catch ugly people." Ty grinned, "Yeah."
After taking a final glance at Bosco, he shut and locked his apartment door, behind him.
"Yo, Sull. Its Davis. You think you could come pick me up in front of Bosco's building?" he held his cell phone in his right hand, as he jogged down the steps.
"Uh, yeah, he seems fine. He told me to catch ugly people. I'm not really sure if he's talking about hookers, or druggies." Ty smiled, "Yeah, maybe both."
Ty stood in front of the building, tapping his foot, as his and Sully's rmp, made its appearance.
"Damn, took you long enough." He slammed his door, as Sully winced.
"You young people and slamming things." Ty put his belt on, and looked over at him.
"Are you going to drive, or just be a pain in the ass?" Sully growled, and drove down the road.
"That's your job." He mumbled, and looked out the window, thinking. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Bosco couldn't get comfortable. Every time he'd find a good position to be in, the phone would ring, or something else, would distract him, make him get up. He hated people sometimes.
As the Sports Center logo flashed on the TV, Bosco almost fell off the couch. "Fuck."
The phone rang again, and he felt a pain in his side, bigger than any of the ones he had had before.
"What!" he yelled into the receiver, and waited for an answer. He sighed, falling back onto the couch, still holding the phone.
"Yeah Ty, I'm alive. You realize my whole side just split, because I had to answer the phone?" he closed his eyes and massaged his stomach. It was still bandaged, so, this, was kind of hard to do.
Ty looked at the phone, "Did you take your meds?" he held the phone away from his ear now, as Bosco screamed at him to mind his own business.
Sully laughed, "And you thought he'd have problems."
Ty shot him an angry look, as he made sure Bosco's voice had gone down, before talking again.
"Man, why didn't you stay a while longer? They could have given you more attention-" Ty paused, "Hello?" he shoved the phone back into his pocket.
"The line went dead." He mumbled, as Sully burst out laughing again, "You act like his mom, you're gonna get treated like it." /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Bosco continued to lay there. Nothing, was working. He had taken the pills, done the stupid exercises. Nothing, was working.
"Why didn't he just shoot me in the head, and get it over with?" he whined, looking up at the ceiling, wishing for pain killers.
Faith knocked on his door, "Boz? You there? It's Faith." She waited for Bosco to answer, and looked down the hall.
Bosco groaned, "I'm not here! Go away!" as soon as he yelled this, more pain engulfed him.
"Just go away. people. god dammit." He whispered to himself. He had no intention of answering the door.
Faith sighed, "Boz, come on! I'm sorry I haven't been there.. I've been.. busy.." she didn't want to tell Bosco what she had been busy with. He wouldn't understand.
Bosco puffed, "Call someone who gives a damn! I'm a little too busy to pity you right now!" he didn't mean to say these things, but, Faith had just reminded him why he was mad. She wasn't there for him. She had run, after finding that he might not make it. Bosco couldn't stand people like that.
The TV blared on in the background, as he thought about everything. The arrest, earlier in the week, him, losing his temper, Faith, at his door just a couple minutes ago, wanting to be let in, when she was the one who ran, in the first place.
He decided something. This, was an Awakening. The things he thought he knew, thought he loved, wanted, and needed, weren't, all they appeared to be.
This, was an Awakening, and, he was going to use it, to his advantage. Starting, with his partners.
**R&R if you want more ;o) don't you love being teased? Lol, thanks to Bozcorelli for making me feel like my writing is worth posting! And to all who have reviewed before, I love reviews. I thrive on them. Muahaha. Peace!**
Chapter 3~ Awakening
Faith had kept herself busy, mainly because, she couldn't take Bosco's appearance. He wasn't the Bosco she had been partners with. The one that, she had grown to love, like a son.
Bosco was awake, but he wasn't talking much. Ty had explained the shooting to him, and he had taken to looking straight ahead, mumbling.
"He wants to know when he can get out of here." Ty leaned against the counter, as a nurse nodded at him.
This had been a long week. Bosco trying to make sense of what happened, and them, trying not to make sense of it. That wasn't easy, being friends, and partners, with Bosco.
"So when can he?" Ty rubbed his face, and waited impatiently, for her answer.
She grinned, "He can go home whenever he feels like it." She walked out from behind the desk and past him, "But, he has to go through physical therapy."
Ty groaned, "That'll be fun." Bosco, being forced to walk a certain way, be, a certain way. This, was going to be a long recovery.
After the nurse handed him some papers, Ty, made his way back to Bosco's room.
"Hey man." He saw Bosco nod at him, and look back at the TV.
"You can leave if you want." This got Bosco's attention.
"When?" he turned the TV off, and threw the remote to the next bed.
Ty shrugged, "Now, if you want." Bosco sighed, and tried moving off the bed.
"Yo, man, its not a race." Ty set the papers down, and walked over to the bed to help.
Bosco waved him off, and hissed loudly, as he stood up.
"I'll killing that son of a bitch." He held a hand to his stomach, and started walking very slowly, to the door.
Ty sighed at the sight, "Um, do you want me to call Sull? Have him bring the car by?"
Bosco shook his head, "I can hail a damn cab. people might feel sorry for me, I can get one faster." He half laughed, and leaned against the wall.
"This, sucks." He looked over at Ty, who was already staring at him, "You have no idea."
Ty grinned, "Actually, I do. Remember.. I got shot in the leg?"
Bosco nodded, "True. how did that end up, anyway?" he joked, as Ty rolled his eyes.
"I'm alive, and I'm getting dates again."
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Bosco breathed a sigh of relief, when he finally stepped into his apartment.
"Thank god. That hospital." he shook his head, as Ty walked in behind him.
"You sure you don't want me to stay?" he watched Bosco carefully, as he laid on the couch.
Bosco waved him off again, "Go catch ugly people." Ty grinned, "Yeah."
After taking a final glance at Bosco, he shut and locked his apartment door, behind him.
"Yo, Sull. Its Davis. You think you could come pick me up in front of Bosco's building?" he held his cell phone in his right hand, as he jogged down the steps.
"Uh, yeah, he seems fine. He told me to catch ugly people. I'm not really sure if he's talking about hookers, or druggies." Ty smiled, "Yeah, maybe both."
Ty stood in front of the building, tapping his foot, as his and Sully's rmp, made its appearance.
"Damn, took you long enough." He slammed his door, as Sully winced.
"You young people and slamming things." Ty put his belt on, and looked over at him.
"Are you going to drive, or just be a pain in the ass?" Sully growled, and drove down the road.
"That's your job." He mumbled, and looked out the window, thinking. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Bosco couldn't get comfortable. Every time he'd find a good position to be in, the phone would ring, or something else, would distract him, make him get up. He hated people sometimes.
As the Sports Center logo flashed on the TV, Bosco almost fell off the couch. "Fuck."
The phone rang again, and he felt a pain in his side, bigger than any of the ones he had had before.
"What!" he yelled into the receiver, and waited for an answer. He sighed, falling back onto the couch, still holding the phone.
"Yeah Ty, I'm alive. You realize my whole side just split, because I had to answer the phone?" he closed his eyes and massaged his stomach. It was still bandaged, so, this, was kind of hard to do.
Ty looked at the phone, "Did you take your meds?" he held the phone away from his ear now, as Bosco screamed at him to mind his own business.
Sully laughed, "And you thought he'd have problems."
Ty shot him an angry look, as he made sure Bosco's voice had gone down, before talking again.
"Man, why didn't you stay a while longer? They could have given you more attention-" Ty paused, "Hello?" he shoved the phone back into his pocket.
"The line went dead." He mumbled, as Sully burst out laughing again, "You act like his mom, you're gonna get treated like it." /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Bosco continued to lay there. Nothing, was working. He had taken the pills, done the stupid exercises. Nothing, was working.
"Why didn't he just shoot me in the head, and get it over with?" he whined, looking up at the ceiling, wishing for pain killers.
Faith knocked on his door, "Boz? You there? It's Faith." She waited for Bosco to answer, and looked down the hall.
Bosco groaned, "I'm not here! Go away!" as soon as he yelled this, more pain engulfed him.
"Just go away. people. god dammit." He whispered to himself. He had no intention of answering the door.
Faith sighed, "Boz, come on! I'm sorry I haven't been there.. I've been.. busy.." she didn't want to tell Bosco what she had been busy with. He wouldn't understand.
Bosco puffed, "Call someone who gives a damn! I'm a little too busy to pity you right now!" he didn't mean to say these things, but, Faith had just reminded him why he was mad. She wasn't there for him. She had run, after finding that he might not make it. Bosco couldn't stand people like that.
The TV blared on in the background, as he thought about everything. The arrest, earlier in the week, him, losing his temper, Faith, at his door just a couple minutes ago, wanting to be let in, when she was the one who ran, in the first place.
He decided something. This, was an Awakening. The things he thought he knew, thought he loved, wanted, and needed, weren't, all they appeared to be.
This, was an Awakening, and, he was going to use it, to his advantage. Starting, with his partners.
**R&R if you want more ;o) don't you love being teased? Lol, thanks to Bozcorelli for making me feel like my writing is worth posting! And to all who have reviewed before, I love reviews. I thrive on them. Muahaha. Peace!**