Revenge
Chapter 38
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"Faith?" Fred said quietly and got no answer. "Faith," he said a little louder. Faith opened her eyes, not remembering where she was at first. She blinked a few times and then sat up quickly.
"It's okay. You're at Mercy. Do you remember now?" Fred asked her as the nurse turned on the light over the stretcher.
"Yeah," she said, wiping at her eyes trying to wake up. "Where's Bosco?" she asked him.
"He's still in surgery. He's holding on, Faith," he told her.
"Where's the kids?" she asked.
"They're fine. They're back at my parents' house. They came in to see you, but you were out. They gave you a kiss, told you they loved you and then they headed home with my parents," he told her.
"Were they scared. Why didn't you wake me up?" she said irritably.
"We tried. You were exhausted. I don't think an explosion would've woke you up," he said with a smile. "As far as being scared. The only thing that scared them was the soot and dirt all over your face," he said. She touched her face with her hand and looked at her hand covered with dirt.
"Look, Faith, they want to keep you overnight," he told her and she started to object.
"It's that or I have orders from the doctor to take you straight home. I know you want to be here for Bosco, but you won't do him much good if you're not well. You've been through a lot today. You need to rest. You can rest here - in the hospital - and still be close by for any news. I already talked to Sully. He'll come tell us as soon as there's any news. You'll be discharged tomorrow morning. I'll get the kids first thing in the morning and bring them with me when I come to get you," he urged her as the nurse waited. She seemed to accept the fact that she was staying there tonight.
"Want to get cleaned up?" the nurse asked her. She nodded her head and started to stand up. She felt a little dizzy and had to lean back on the stretcher.
"That's normal," the nurse told her. "You're a little dehydrated. We've been giving you fluids through the IV, but we can probably take that out now. You think you can eat and drink anything?" the nurse asked her.
"I'm not hungry," she said, swallowing hard and still feeling the rawness of her throat from the smoke. "I could use something to drink though."
The nurse poured her some water and began taking out her IV. "I'll bring you some applesauce or something. You really need to eat something. When's the last time you ate?" she asked Faith.
"Um..., I really don't remember. Sometime yesterday, I think," she finally answered.
"Uh huh. You eat something or I don't take out the IV," she warned her.
"Okay, I'll try something to eat, but not applesauce. My mother always made me eat that when I was sick," Faith finally agreed making a face. The nurse finished taking out the IV and then left to get something for Faith to eat.
"They'll move you upstairs in a little bit," Fred told her. He leaned in to kiss her. "I'm glad you're okay. I was so scared when Sully showed up at the door," he told her.
"Sully? That's how you found out? Didn't you have the news on and see what was going on?" Faith asked him, sorry that he had to go through the scare of seeing a police officer at the door.
He shook his head. "No. We took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese to get them away from the television for a while. They were worried about you - WE were worried about you and I thought they needed to get their minds off it for a while," he said. "We'd just gotten home when Sully got there."
"Good idea. They would have been scared to death if they'd seen it on the news. Thanks, Fred. So, how long have I been asleep? How long has Bosco been in surgery? Is there any news about how he's doing?" she asked suddenly.
The nurse came back into the room, "How about some orange juice and some peach yogurt?"
"Sounds great," Faith said feigning an interest in eating.
"Okay. Eat up and then we'll get you settled upstairs where you can take a shower and get some clean clothes on. I'm sending up a pair of O.R. scrubs for you to change into, but don't let anyone know where you got them," she said, winking at Faith.
"Thanks," Faith said, surprised that once she'd started eating, she realized how hungry she actually was.
"I checked on your partner. He's still in surgery and at last report, he's holding his own. You probably won't be able to see him until the morning by the time they finish and he gets out of the Recovery Room, but the nurse upstairs can check again for you in a little while," the nurse told her, leaving the room.
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"Okay, I don't see anything else that needs surgical repair in here. This is one lucky son of a bitch," Dr. Morris said to his surgical team as they prepared to begin closing Bosco's surgical incision.
They had explored where he was struck by the bullets. One entered his side, but managed to avoid doing any irreparable damage. It did graze his liver, but that was a superficial injury to the liver and would heal on its own. They evacuated any blood that had collected in his abdomen from the bullet wound, removed the bullet and flushed everything out. They explored his wound from the gunshot to his back and he had a fracture of his scapula - the shoulder blade. The bullet appeared to ricochet and nicked his lung. They would keep an eye on this small hole that they believed would seal itself also.
They concluded that the collapsed lung had affected his breathing such that when he started inhaling the smoke from the fire, combined with his weakened condition due to infection from the bullet wound, and shock, his heart had stopped.
"Okay, when we get him out to the Recovery Room, we need to bombard him with antibiotics. I want regular chest x-rays and respiratory checks to keep tabs on his lungs. I also want a repeat CT Scan of that head wound to compare with the one from the E.R.," the doctor ordered.
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Dr. Morris walked down the hallway and looked out the window of the door to the waiting area before opening it. There were a lot of people. He had seen some of the news coverage, both from when the officer went missing and from the fire that led up to his arrival here. If the man's partner had not found him and been there to do mouth-to-mouth, he wouldn't have survived. He looked around the room and located Officer Boscorelli's mother and family. He swung the door open and went right over to them.
"Mrs. Boscorelli," he said, outstretching her hand. "We were not properly introduced earlier. My name is Dr. Michael Morris. I took care of your son upon his arrival here and just finished his surgery," he said.
"Thank you. This is his brother Michael and his girlfriend, Trisha," Rose said. "How is my son, Doctor?"
"He tolerated the procedure well. There wasn't as much damage internally as we initially thought. The bullets managed to rumble around inside without doing too much damage thankfully," he started.
"Wait, Doctor. Bullets? As in more than one?" Rose asked.
The doctor nodded, thinking that the number of gunshot wounds would not be a surprise to anyone. "Yes. He sustained a gunshot would to his left side, which went through and just grazed his liver. This will heal much like a scrape to the skin would. The other wound entered his right shoulder area from the back. This bullet hit his scapula, which is basically your shoulder blade, causing a fracture then ricocheted down and nicked his right lung. This hole will seal itself, we believe. So, we cleaned out the wounds and there is some infection from the first wound, which appeared to be older - maybe a couple of days old. We'll start him on some pretty strong antibiotics for this, but I expect him to recover well. He did have some trauma to his head from which appears to have given him a concussion. We did a CT Scan on admission to the E.R. and we'll do another in the morning - sooner if symptoms warrant - to make sure that everything is okay there," the doctor said, pausing to give them time to ask any questions they may have.
"So, you think he'll be okay?" Trisha asked the doctor.
"Well, there's no absolute guarantees, but I don't feel that there's anything preventing him from making a complete recovery. He'll be out of it for a few days because of the medications and the shear exhaustion, so don't expect too much wakefulness or conversation," Dr. Morris said with a smile.
"If there're no more questions, I'll go back and get Officer Boscorelli settled in the Recovery Room. If you think of any questions or something else comes up, you can have the nurses page me. I'll be around all night and the rest of the weekend," he offered, shaking hands with all three of them.
"Thanks, Doctor," Mikey said.
"My pleasure. He's an extremely strong person. Now we just have to pick up the slack and let him get strong again," he said, turning to go back into the O.R.
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TBC...
HOW COULD YOU THINK I'D KILL OFF BOSCO?! YOU MUST KNOW THAT I COULD NEVER KILL MY BOSCO! HOW COULD YOU EVEN ENTERTAIN SUCH THOUGHTS!?!?!?! ;)
Chapter 38
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"Faith?" Fred said quietly and got no answer. "Faith," he said a little louder. Faith opened her eyes, not remembering where she was at first. She blinked a few times and then sat up quickly.
"It's okay. You're at Mercy. Do you remember now?" Fred asked her as the nurse turned on the light over the stretcher.
"Yeah," she said, wiping at her eyes trying to wake up. "Where's Bosco?" she asked him.
"He's still in surgery. He's holding on, Faith," he told her.
"Where's the kids?" she asked.
"They're fine. They're back at my parents' house. They came in to see you, but you were out. They gave you a kiss, told you they loved you and then they headed home with my parents," he told her.
"Were they scared. Why didn't you wake me up?" she said irritably.
"We tried. You were exhausted. I don't think an explosion would've woke you up," he said with a smile. "As far as being scared. The only thing that scared them was the soot and dirt all over your face," he said. She touched her face with her hand and looked at her hand covered with dirt.
"Look, Faith, they want to keep you overnight," he told her and she started to object.
"It's that or I have orders from the doctor to take you straight home. I know you want to be here for Bosco, but you won't do him much good if you're not well. You've been through a lot today. You need to rest. You can rest here - in the hospital - and still be close by for any news. I already talked to Sully. He'll come tell us as soon as there's any news. You'll be discharged tomorrow morning. I'll get the kids first thing in the morning and bring them with me when I come to get you," he urged her as the nurse waited. She seemed to accept the fact that she was staying there tonight.
"Want to get cleaned up?" the nurse asked her. She nodded her head and started to stand up. She felt a little dizzy and had to lean back on the stretcher.
"That's normal," the nurse told her. "You're a little dehydrated. We've been giving you fluids through the IV, but we can probably take that out now. You think you can eat and drink anything?" the nurse asked her.
"I'm not hungry," she said, swallowing hard and still feeling the rawness of her throat from the smoke. "I could use something to drink though."
The nurse poured her some water and began taking out her IV. "I'll bring you some applesauce or something. You really need to eat something. When's the last time you ate?" she asked Faith.
"Um..., I really don't remember. Sometime yesterday, I think," she finally answered.
"Uh huh. You eat something or I don't take out the IV," she warned her.
"Okay, I'll try something to eat, but not applesauce. My mother always made me eat that when I was sick," Faith finally agreed making a face. The nurse finished taking out the IV and then left to get something for Faith to eat.
"They'll move you upstairs in a little bit," Fred told her. He leaned in to kiss her. "I'm glad you're okay. I was so scared when Sully showed up at the door," he told her.
"Sully? That's how you found out? Didn't you have the news on and see what was going on?" Faith asked him, sorry that he had to go through the scare of seeing a police officer at the door.
He shook his head. "No. We took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese to get them away from the television for a while. They were worried about you - WE were worried about you and I thought they needed to get their minds off it for a while," he said. "We'd just gotten home when Sully got there."
"Good idea. They would have been scared to death if they'd seen it on the news. Thanks, Fred. So, how long have I been asleep? How long has Bosco been in surgery? Is there any news about how he's doing?" she asked suddenly.
The nurse came back into the room, "How about some orange juice and some peach yogurt?"
"Sounds great," Faith said feigning an interest in eating.
"Okay. Eat up and then we'll get you settled upstairs where you can take a shower and get some clean clothes on. I'm sending up a pair of O.R. scrubs for you to change into, but don't let anyone know where you got them," she said, winking at Faith.
"Thanks," Faith said, surprised that once she'd started eating, she realized how hungry she actually was.
"I checked on your partner. He's still in surgery and at last report, he's holding his own. You probably won't be able to see him until the morning by the time they finish and he gets out of the Recovery Room, but the nurse upstairs can check again for you in a little while," the nurse told her, leaving the room.
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"Okay, I don't see anything else that needs surgical repair in here. This is one lucky son of a bitch," Dr. Morris said to his surgical team as they prepared to begin closing Bosco's surgical incision.
They had explored where he was struck by the bullets. One entered his side, but managed to avoid doing any irreparable damage. It did graze his liver, but that was a superficial injury to the liver and would heal on its own. They evacuated any blood that had collected in his abdomen from the bullet wound, removed the bullet and flushed everything out. They explored his wound from the gunshot to his back and he had a fracture of his scapula - the shoulder blade. The bullet appeared to ricochet and nicked his lung. They would keep an eye on this small hole that they believed would seal itself also.
They concluded that the collapsed lung had affected his breathing such that when he started inhaling the smoke from the fire, combined with his weakened condition due to infection from the bullet wound, and shock, his heart had stopped.
"Okay, when we get him out to the Recovery Room, we need to bombard him with antibiotics. I want regular chest x-rays and respiratory checks to keep tabs on his lungs. I also want a repeat CT Scan of that head wound to compare with the one from the E.R.," the doctor ordered.
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Dr. Morris walked down the hallway and looked out the window of the door to the waiting area before opening it. There were a lot of people. He had seen some of the news coverage, both from when the officer went missing and from the fire that led up to his arrival here. If the man's partner had not found him and been there to do mouth-to-mouth, he wouldn't have survived. He looked around the room and located Officer Boscorelli's mother and family. He swung the door open and went right over to them.
"Mrs. Boscorelli," he said, outstretching her hand. "We were not properly introduced earlier. My name is Dr. Michael Morris. I took care of your son upon his arrival here and just finished his surgery," he said.
"Thank you. This is his brother Michael and his girlfriend, Trisha," Rose said. "How is my son, Doctor?"
"He tolerated the procedure well. There wasn't as much damage internally as we initially thought. The bullets managed to rumble around inside without doing too much damage thankfully," he started.
"Wait, Doctor. Bullets? As in more than one?" Rose asked.
The doctor nodded, thinking that the number of gunshot wounds would not be a surprise to anyone. "Yes. He sustained a gunshot would to his left side, which went through and just grazed his liver. This will heal much like a scrape to the skin would. The other wound entered his right shoulder area from the back. This bullet hit his scapula, which is basically your shoulder blade, causing a fracture then ricocheted down and nicked his right lung. This hole will seal itself, we believe. So, we cleaned out the wounds and there is some infection from the first wound, which appeared to be older - maybe a couple of days old. We'll start him on some pretty strong antibiotics for this, but I expect him to recover well. He did have some trauma to his head from which appears to have given him a concussion. We did a CT Scan on admission to the E.R. and we'll do another in the morning - sooner if symptoms warrant - to make sure that everything is okay there," the doctor said, pausing to give them time to ask any questions they may have.
"So, you think he'll be okay?" Trisha asked the doctor.
"Well, there's no absolute guarantees, but I don't feel that there's anything preventing him from making a complete recovery. He'll be out of it for a few days because of the medications and the shear exhaustion, so don't expect too much wakefulness or conversation," Dr. Morris said with a smile.
"If there're no more questions, I'll go back and get Officer Boscorelli settled in the Recovery Room. If you think of any questions or something else comes up, you can have the nurses page me. I'll be around all night and the rest of the weekend," he offered, shaking hands with all three of them.
"Thanks, Doctor," Mikey said.
"My pleasure. He's an extremely strong person. Now we just have to pick up the slack and let him get strong again," he said, turning to go back into the O.R.
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TBC...
HOW COULD YOU THINK I'D KILL OFF BOSCO?! YOU MUST KNOW THAT I COULD NEVER KILL MY BOSCO! HOW COULD YOU EVEN ENTERTAIN SUCH THOUGHTS!?!?!?! ;)