Angela walked into Bosco's room. He was sleeping as usual with the TV playing the end of some movie. A lot of the flowers were dying and get well cards were lying on the floor. Everyone was surprised to see Bosco getting so much sympathy, but no one was as surprised as Bosco. Angela walked over to the TV and turned it off. That was always when Bosco would wake up.
Angela: Hey.
Bosco: You don't always have to come over here.
Angela: Right like you would have it any other way?
Bosco just smiled at her.
Angela: So what did you today?
Bosco: Well first I took a jog in Central Park and then I swam to The Statue of Liberty. What the hell do you think?
Angela: I was just wondering. Nothing interesting on TV?
Bosco: No. Nothing.
Angela: You OK?
Bosco: I have been sitting in this god damn bed for a week. And you're ASKING me what's wrong?
Angela: Sorry Boz.
It was quiet for a while before the tension lifted.
Bosco: No, I'm sorry. I just had alot on my mind.
Angela: Like what?
Bosco paused for a minute and looked at the ceiling. His eyes were getting watery and his voice was cracking up a bit.
Bosco: Like what happened.
Angela: I thought you didn't remember.
Bosco: It's not like I want to remember. It's just...Every night I have a dream about it. There's always a little more. This morning I woke and remembered everything. And all day long I've been sitting here playing it over and over in my head.
Angela: Do you want to talk about it?
Bosco: I don't know.
Angela: Tell me what happened, Bosco.
Bosco:Oh God It was horrible. I was just chasing him. I kept saying, "You better stop jagoff"
FLASHBACK
It's a grungy alley. Their are dumpsters scattered around as well as boxes and trash. Bosco is chasing a guy, a suspect, through the alley. Bosco's legs are working overtime trying to catch up to the suspect. He's sweating. His arms are moving in a pattern, his biceps flexing with every move, bursting from his uniform. His breaths are heavy and steady. A trickle of sweat is running down the side of his face. His body is giving its all.
Bosco: You'll be sorry, you jagoff.
The suspect continues running and then all of a sudden he stops. Bosco has his gun out, he reacts fast, aiming it at the robber.
Bosco: Get on the ground. Get on the fucking ground.
Bosco begins walking up to the suspect. Cautiously and slowly. But in the blink of an eye, the suspect turns around, he holds up his own gun. Bosco hesitates to move as fear mixes with adrenaline already pumping through his system. The gun goes off once. Bosco breaths in sharply, he collapses to the ground clutching his side. He drops his gun. The blood is coming out fast and thick. The suspect smiles with pride. He walks over to Bosco stashing his gun in his pants.
Suspect: Who's the jagoff, now? Huh?
Bosco laid on the floor clutching his side. He was wincing in pain. The suspect gave him a swift kick to his stomach.
Suspect: Yeah, you sorry now, ain't ya? Yeah, you's a sorry excuse for a cop.
And then the suspect kicked him. A swift hard kick right to the stomach. Boz screamed in pain. The suspect stood over Bosco defiently, he bent down and grabbed Bosco by the hair and got right in his face
Suspect: You are one pathetic sorry ass excuse for a cop
Bosco tried to escape, he tried to fight back, but he was weak from the loss of blood. The suspect got up and gave him another hard kick, this time to his chest. Bosco gasped for breath. He shook in pain. His face tensed and then the suspect bent down again, this time he did not grab a hold of Bosco's hair, he just punched him. Right in the face. The suspect was laughing. He got up and stepped on Bosco. Bosco could barely breath, anytime he had an oppurtunity for breath, he gasped in air. The suspect bent down again, right on top of Bosco, and began to punch him over and over. He tore Bosco's lip and Bosco's eyes were already getting purple. Then hastily, the suspect got up. He begin to bounce around, like a boxer. He was clapping his fists together and pounding his chest.
Suspect: Get up! Fight like a man. Get up, fight me.
Bosco couldn't get up. He just lay on the ground rocking in pain. He was moaning, trying to talk but his lip was so swollen. He tasted blood.
Suspect: I said get up you mother fucker.
The suspect picked Bosco up by his uniform. Bosco had trouble staying up, he was sure one of his ribs was broken. The suspect threw him up against a dumpster, Bosco let out a cry in pain.
Suspect: This is fun, huh? Huh? Officer.
The suspect slapped Bosco, who was now lying on the floor, heaving, he was in so much pain. Finally Bosco could let something out. It was dry and low.
Bosco: Please....
Suspect: Please? Huh You want some more?
The suspect picked Bosco up again. Bosco shut his eyes tight, he did not want to see what was coming. The suspect kneed Bosco in the gut, causing Bosco to hurl blood all over the suspect.
Suspect: Oh no, you just didn't. Now its on for real mother fucker.
But before he could do anything, sirens wailed in the distance. The suspect took one last kick at Bosco, and was off.
Angela couldn't believe what she had just heard. That really couldn't of happened. Not to Bosco. Bosco had cried a little while he told the story, Angela knew it was b/c he lost a little pride. After he finished, she just held him and they cried together.
Bosco: I love you.
Angela: I love you too. So much, I love you.
Angela: Hey.
Bosco: You don't always have to come over here.
Angela: Right like you would have it any other way?
Bosco just smiled at her.
Angela: So what did you today?
Bosco: Well first I took a jog in Central Park and then I swam to The Statue of Liberty. What the hell do you think?
Angela: I was just wondering. Nothing interesting on TV?
Bosco: No. Nothing.
Angela: You OK?
Bosco: I have been sitting in this god damn bed for a week. And you're ASKING me what's wrong?
Angela: Sorry Boz.
It was quiet for a while before the tension lifted.
Bosco: No, I'm sorry. I just had alot on my mind.
Angela: Like what?
Bosco paused for a minute and looked at the ceiling. His eyes were getting watery and his voice was cracking up a bit.
Bosco: Like what happened.
Angela: I thought you didn't remember.
Bosco: It's not like I want to remember. It's just...Every night I have a dream about it. There's always a little more. This morning I woke and remembered everything. And all day long I've been sitting here playing it over and over in my head.
Angela: Do you want to talk about it?
Bosco: I don't know.
Angela: Tell me what happened, Bosco.
Bosco:Oh God It was horrible. I was just chasing him. I kept saying, "You better stop jagoff"
FLASHBACK
It's a grungy alley. Their are dumpsters scattered around as well as boxes and trash. Bosco is chasing a guy, a suspect, through the alley. Bosco's legs are working overtime trying to catch up to the suspect. He's sweating. His arms are moving in a pattern, his biceps flexing with every move, bursting from his uniform. His breaths are heavy and steady. A trickle of sweat is running down the side of his face. His body is giving its all.
Bosco: You'll be sorry, you jagoff.
The suspect continues running and then all of a sudden he stops. Bosco has his gun out, he reacts fast, aiming it at the robber.
Bosco: Get on the ground. Get on the fucking ground.
Bosco begins walking up to the suspect. Cautiously and slowly. But in the blink of an eye, the suspect turns around, he holds up his own gun. Bosco hesitates to move as fear mixes with adrenaline already pumping through his system. The gun goes off once. Bosco breaths in sharply, he collapses to the ground clutching his side. He drops his gun. The blood is coming out fast and thick. The suspect smiles with pride. He walks over to Bosco stashing his gun in his pants.
Suspect: Who's the jagoff, now? Huh?
Bosco laid on the floor clutching his side. He was wincing in pain. The suspect gave him a swift kick to his stomach.
Suspect: Yeah, you sorry now, ain't ya? Yeah, you's a sorry excuse for a cop.
And then the suspect kicked him. A swift hard kick right to the stomach. Boz screamed in pain. The suspect stood over Bosco defiently, he bent down and grabbed Bosco by the hair and got right in his face
Suspect: You are one pathetic sorry ass excuse for a cop
Bosco tried to escape, he tried to fight back, but he was weak from the loss of blood. The suspect got up and gave him another hard kick, this time to his chest. Bosco gasped for breath. He shook in pain. His face tensed and then the suspect bent down again, this time he did not grab a hold of Bosco's hair, he just punched him. Right in the face. The suspect was laughing. He got up and stepped on Bosco. Bosco could barely breath, anytime he had an oppurtunity for breath, he gasped in air. The suspect bent down again, right on top of Bosco, and began to punch him over and over. He tore Bosco's lip and Bosco's eyes were already getting purple. Then hastily, the suspect got up. He begin to bounce around, like a boxer. He was clapping his fists together and pounding his chest.
Suspect: Get up! Fight like a man. Get up, fight me.
Bosco couldn't get up. He just lay on the ground rocking in pain. He was moaning, trying to talk but his lip was so swollen. He tasted blood.
Suspect: I said get up you mother fucker.
The suspect picked Bosco up by his uniform. Bosco had trouble staying up, he was sure one of his ribs was broken. The suspect threw him up against a dumpster, Bosco let out a cry in pain.
Suspect: This is fun, huh? Huh? Officer.
The suspect slapped Bosco, who was now lying on the floor, heaving, he was in so much pain. Finally Bosco could let something out. It was dry and low.
Bosco: Please....
Suspect: Please? Huh You want some more?
The suspect picked Bosco up again. Bosco shut his eyes tight, he did not want to see what was coming. The suspect kneed Bosco in the gut, causing Bosco to hurl blood all over the suspect.
Suspect: Oh no, you just didn't. Now its on for real mother fucker.
But before he could do anything, sirens wailed in the distance. The suspect took one last kick at Bosco, and was off.
Angela couldn't believe what she had just heard. That really couldn't of happened. Not to Bosco. Bosco had cried a little while he told the story, Angela knew it was b/c he lost a little pride. After he finished, she just held him and they cried together.
Bosco: I love you.
Angela: I love you too. So much, I love you.