Revenge
Chapter 39
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"I thought you went home," Jimmy said to Carlos and Kim as he came downstairs to get something to eat. It was about 2:30 in the morning and no one felt like eating earlier, so they kind of skipped making a meal. Luckily, the rest of the night was quiet, with only a few minor rubbish fires and one car fire.
Carlos and Kim were sitting in the TV room. Kim was watching an old movie and Carlos was trying to read a magazine, but was fighting off sleep.
"We're working a double," Kim told him through a mouthful of popcorn. Jimmy looked at the screen.
"Not this one!" he said, laughing and getting Carlos' attention. Jimmy looked at Carlos. "You better get the tissues out. Every time!" he said.
"What? I just like it for the songs they play during the movie," Kim said, trying to defend herself.
"Uh huh," Jimmy said, walking out into the kitchen to get something to drink. Coming back into the room, he said, "So, have you heard anything about Bosco and Faith?"
Carlos said, "Yeah. Bosco's out of surgery and they think he's gonna be okay by some miracle. They're keeping Faith overnight just for observation."
"Yeah, not like she was leaving the hospital anyway," Kim said. "I still can't believe that whole thing. That guy was such a psycho."
"Yeah, well I can't believe you were able to give Faith that needle before you left. You took a chance trying to treat Bosco too. What would Joey have done if that guy shot you," Jimmy told her.
"Oh, don't even start talking to me about taking stupid chances, Jimmy Doherty. You're the king of that department and you know it. All I did was put it in her hand. It's not like I stayed in there and stabbed the guy myself," Kim argued.
"Okay, okay. I give. Anyway, that was quick thinking," Jimmy replied, holding his hands in the air in surrender.
"Still. I can't imagine what would have happened if she wasn't able to disarm that guy. They'd probably both be dead right now," Carlos said.
All three were silent as they stared at the television and thought of what could have happened. A moment later, Jimmy looked over at Kim and saw tears running down her face. He looked at Carlos, "See!"
"Oh, go back to bed," Kim said, throwing a handful of popcorn at him as he ran around the corner to head back upstairs.
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Bosco had just been settled into the ICU from the Recovery Room. Faith walked up the stairs two flights to get to the ICU floor when her nurse had found out that he was moved from the Recovery Room. She'd sent Fred home to let the kids know that she was okay and would be home in the morning.
Now, she looked at Rose and Michael Boscorelli, asleep as they leaned against each other in the waiting room outside of the unit. Trisha wasn't there. Faith went through the doors and up to the nurse's desk.
"Can I help you?" asked the nurse sitting at the desk. She looked at Faith, noticing the hospital scrubs, not sure if she was a new doctor or O.R. nurse.
"Um," Faith said. "I'd like to see Officer Boscorelli, please."
"I'm sorry. Are you immediate family?" asked the nurse quietly.
Before Faith could answer, a voice from behind her answered for her. "As close as you can get without being immediate family. This is Officer Boscorelli's partner, Mary. You can let her in to see him whenever she'd like," said Dr. Morris as he came out of Bosco's room.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know," the nurse apologized. "You can go right in, but try not to disturb him."
"Okay," Faith said, turning toward Bosco's room. "Um, how is he, Doctor?"
"I think he's going to make a full recovery. Although, it is going to take some time. He's been through quite a lot, but he's strong and I think that he's got a great network of help waiting," the doctor replied, walking into the room with her. "His girlfriend is in with him also. I don't expect him to wake up for a few hours yet. We have him pretty heavily sedated," he told her as Trisha looked up at them when they entered.
"Thanks," she said, looking over at the bed that held her partner and best friend. She drew in a sharp breath at the sight of all the IVs and tubes. She'd never seen all of the bruises until now. He was covered only from the waist down because a nurse was checking the dressings and drainage tubes. He had large dark purple bruises all about his chest, stomach and sides where Peterson must have hit him with something or kicked him.
Dr. Morris watched her reaction and noticed her face go pale and her gasp. "Officer? Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to support her at the elbow and lead her to a chair.
"Um, yeah. I just didn't.... It was dark in that house and I didn't know he was hurt so bad. What exactly were all his injuries?" she asked quietly so as not to disturb him.
"Well, let's see. He had a gunshot wound to the left side. He had another, more recent gunshot wound to the right shoulder that apparently entered from the back. He has a concussion from some kind of trauma to his head, a broken rib that collapsed his left lung and, as you can see, multiple bruises and abrasions. The bullets didn't cause too much damage inside. We believe that his internal injuries will heal themselves. The chest tube is for the collapsed lung. That should be removed in a day or so, when we're sure that the lung won't collapse again, and we're fighting an infection with antibiotics," he explained to her.
"Wow," Faith said. "What about his heart? I mean, I saw them doing CPR when we got out of that fire."
Dr. Morris told her the same thing he'd told Bosco's family. "Thanks, Doctor," Faith said.
"My pleasure. Now, you can visit, but you need to get some rest also so not too long," Dr. Morris told her before leaving.
Faith turned back to Bosco and noticed Trisha sitting on the other side of him for the first time. "Hi," she said quietly to her.
"Hi, Faith. How are you doing?" Trisha asked her.
She walked closer to Bosco's bed and looked down at him. "I'm fine. Just some smoke. That was something, huh?" she said, referring to the ordeal they'd just been through.
"Thank you, Faith. For keeping him alive," Trisha said, new tears glistening in her eyes.
"I just wish I could've found him sooner. Maybe he wouldn't have been hurt so bad," she said, thinking back to when she had gone home and fallen asleep with exhaustion. She was mad at herself for that. Maybe, if she'd gotten there sooner, she'd have prevented that second gunshot wound and the fire.
"Faith?" Trisha repeated, finally getting Faith's attention.
"I'm sorry, what?" Faith asked her.
"I said, 'You did all you could do.' We're just lucky we got him back," Trisha said, putting a hand on Bosco's arm.
"Yeah," Faith said, looking at the monitor screen and listening to the steady sound of beeps that was his pulse.
Trisha sensed that Faith wanted a moment alone with Bosco. "Would you stay with him for a minute? I just want to run to the ladies' room."
"Oh sure. Take your time - maybe get something to eat or something," Faith suggested.
"Thanks," Trisha said. She stood up and bent over to whisper something in Bosco's ear and then walked around the bed toward the door. She stopped when she reached Faith's side. Tears filled her eyes, causing Faith's to fill also, and she hugged her.
"Thank you for saving him, Faith. You'll never know how much I appreciate it. I just don't think I'd be able to stand losing someone else," she said and then walked from the room, leaving Faith to wonder exactly what she'd been through in her life. She'd yet to get to really know Trisha, but she had a feeling that this may be the one that stays around. Trisha walked past the nurse's desk and Dr. Morris looked up at her from his paperwork. "I think she needs some time with him," Trisha said to the doctor and he nodded.
Faith watched Trisha walk outside the door and then turned back toward Bosco. She listened to the steady sound of him breathing and the beat of the cardiac monitor. She wanted to reach out and touch him to let him know that she was there, but she was afraid also. Afraid that he'd know she was there and be disappointed in her for not finding him sooner. She still blamed herself for all of his injuries. This wasn't the first time that she wasn't there for him and he'd almost been killed.
Her mind went back to when she was sick from the radiation for her cancer. She jumped at the remembered sounds of the gunfire on the floors above her. She remembered pulling herself up off the landing of the stairs and how heavy her legs were as she willed them to climb the stairs faster. She remembered the eerie silence when she reached the top of the stairs and the heavy smell of gunpowder from the fired shots that hung in the hallway. She leaned against the wall, the blood from the perp they were chasing smeared on the wall, daring them to find him. And Bosco had - but at what cost because of Faith. All because she didn't tell him what was happening to her. She didn't want to be treated differently and it had almost gotten her closest friend - her partner - killed. She thought again and felt again the sickness in the pit of her stomach when she peeked around the corner and saw him lying in the doorway, face away from her, so still. She wanted to run to him right then, but she couldn't. She had to make sure that she wouldn't get shot by the same madman and not be able to help him. "Oh God," she'd thought to herself. "He's not moving." "Bosco!" she'd yelled in a whisper so many times without an answer.
Suddenly, she was brought back to the present by the sound of the heart monitor's increased beeping. She realized that she had been calling to him for real while she was remembering that night. Tears streaked her cheeks as she looked down at him now and saw the slight frown of his brow. He'd heard her calling to him and was trying to fight the medication to wake up. She pulled up the chair on this side of the bed, her back to the doorway. She didn't know that Dr. Morris was had come to the doorway because of the increased rate showing on the monitor at the nurse's desk. He listened as she sat down and put both hands on his arm.
"Bosco. I'm sorry," she said, beginning to cry harder now. "I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. I let you down again and you almost died again. Please, Bosco. Please be okay," she said, laying her head on the bed as she sobbed.
Dr. Morris watched the monitor from across the doorway as the rate increased. He watched to make sure it didn't reach a dangerous level. Right now, it was slightly elevated, but within the normal ranges of stimulation. He knew that Officer Boscorelli was trying to respond to his partner and wanted to give him time to try and wake up - for his partner's sake. Obviously something had happened in the past that was tearing at her and it needed to be settled. He didn't need to know what it was, but he'd seen it before with other officers and non-officers that had been critically or fatally wounded. Sometimes their partners or family were torn up and agonized because they felt they should have done more or make amends for something in the past. Sometimes they were able to get some peace - sometimes they weren't. He sensed that Officer Boscorelli was trying to respond to Officer Yokas. He watched the monitor as the rate increased and the frown on his face grew. His legs moved slightly as if he was trying to get up. He took a step toward them and was just about to tell the Officer that she'd have to leave - try again later - when she raised her head from the bed and looked at her partner.
Faith sobbed while she gripped Bosco's arm. She heard the rate increase on the monitor and knew she'd upset him somehow. She tried to get herself under control so as not to agitate him further. Suddenly, she felt his arm move under her hands. She lifted her head and looked up at him. She saw the frown on his face, his legs moving slightly. She looked back at his face again. "Bosco?" she said quietly, moving one of her hands to his. She was rewarded with a squeeze of her hand and his eyes fluttered slightly. His lips moved around the breathing tube as if he was trying to say something.
"It's okay, Bos. You can't talk right now because of the tube. Just relax," she said in a soothing tone, happy tears this time escaping from her eyes. He relaxed slightly and stopped thrashing, his eyes closed again. Dr. Morris stepped back again as Bosco calmed.
"I'm sorry, Bos. Sorry I wasn't there for you again," Faith said quietly. She felt his arm moving again. She looked down at his hand as he moved his hand out of hers and put his index finger and thumb together to make the "ok" sign. Then his hand relaxed and he was asleep again. Faith rested her head on the bed again, her hand still on his and fell asleep.
The nurse came to the doorway with more medication for Bosco's IV and stopped alongside Dr. Morris. "Everything settled?" she asked him quietly. The doctor and nurse had talked about this many times.
"Seems that way. Let her stay with him until she wakes up again," he said to Nurse Morris, taking another look at the monitor before walking back toward the desk. The nurse walked into the room and put the medication into Bosco's IV. Before she left, she took a blanket from the closet and draped it over Faith's shoulders.
Dr. Morris walked back to the nurse's desk and looked to the waiting room to Trisha. She looked back at him and he nodded his head that everything was alright and she smiled.
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TBC...
Chapter 39
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"I thought you went home," Jimmy said to Carlos and Kim as he came downstairs to get something to eat. It was about 2:30 in the morning and no one felt like eating earlier, so they kind of skipped making a meal. Luckily, the rest of the night was quiet, with only a few minor rubbish fires and one car fire.
Carlos and Kim were sitting in the TV room. Kim was watching an old movie and Carlos was trying to read a magazine, but was fighting off sleep.
"We're working a double," Kim told him through a mouthful of popcorn. Jimmy looked at the screen.
"Not this one!" he said, laughing and getting Carlos' attention. Jimmy looked at Carlos. "You better get the tissues out. Every time!" he said.
"What? I just like it for the songs they play during the movie," Kim said, trying to defend herself.
"Uh huh," Jimmy said, walking out into the kitchen to get something to drink. Coming back into the room, he said, "So, have you heard anything about Bosco and Faith?"
Carlos said, "Yeah. Bosco's out of surgery and they think he's gonna be okay by some miracle. They're keeping Faith overnight just for observation."
"Yeah, not like she was leaving the hospital anyway," Kim said. "I still can't believe that whole thing. That guy was such a psycho."
"Yeah, well I can't believe you were able to give Faith that needle before you left. You took a chance trying to treat Bosco too. What would Joey have done if that guy shot you," Jimmy told her.
"Oh, don't even start talking to me about taking stupid chances, Jimmy Doherty. You're the king of that department and you know it. All I did was put it in her hand. It's not like I stayed in there and stabbed the guy myself," Kim argued.
"Okay, okay. I give. Anyway, that was quick thinking," Jimmy replied, holding his hands in the air in surrender.
"Still. I can't imagine what would have happened if she wasn't able to disarm that guy. They'd probably both be dead right now," Carlos said.
All three were silent as they stared at the television and thought of what could have happened. A moment later, Jimmy looked over at Kim and saw tears running down her face. He looked at Carlos, "See!"
"Oh, go back to bed," Kim said, throwing a handful of popcorn at him as he ran around the corner to head back upstairs.
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Bosco had just been settled into the ICU from the Recovery Room. Faith walked up the stairs two flights to get to the ICU floor when her nurse had found out that he was moved from the Recovery Room. She'd sent Fred home to let the kids know that she was okay and would be home in the morning.
Now, she looked at Rose and Michael Boscorelli, asleep as they leaned against each other in the waiting room outside of the unit. Trisha wasn't there. Faith went through the doors and up to the nurse's desk.
"Can I help you?" asked the nurse sitting at the desk. She looked at Faith, noticing the hospital scrubs, not sure if she was a new doctor or O.R. nurse.
"Um," Faith said. "I'd like to see Officer Boscorelli, please."
"I'm sorry. Are you immediate family?" asked the nurse quietly.
Before Faith could answer, a voice from behind her answered for her. "As close as you can get without being immediate family. This is Officer Boscorelli's partner, Mary. You can let her in to see him whenever she'd like," said Dr. Morris as he came out of Bosco's room.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know," the nurse apologized. "You can go right in, but try not to disturb him."
"Okay," Faith said, turning toward Bosco's room. "Um, how is he, Doctor?"
"I think he's going to make a full recovery. Although, it is going to take some time. He's been through quite a lot, but he's strong and I think that he's got a great network of help waiting," the doctor replied, walking into the room with her. "His girlfriend is in with him also. I don't expect him to wake up for a few hours yet. We have him pretty heavily sedated," he told her as Trisha looked up at them when they entered.
"Thanks," she said, looking over at the bed that held her partner and best friend. She drew in a sharp breath at the sight of all the IVs and tubes. She'd never seen all of the bruises until now. He was covered only from the waist down because a nurse was checking the dressings and drainage tubes. He had large dark purple bruises all about his chest, stomach and sides where Peterson must have hit him with something or kicked him.
Dr. Morris watched her reaction and noticed her face go pale and her gasp. "Officer? Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to support her at the elbow and lead her to a chair.
"Um, yeah. I just didn't.... It was dark in that house and I didn't know he was hurt so bad. What exactly were all his injuries?" she asked quietly so as not to disturb him.
"Well, let's see. He had a gunshot wound to the left side. He had another, more recent gunshot wound to the right shoulder that apparently entered from the back. He has a concussion from some kind of trauma to his head, a broken rib that collapsed his left lung and, as you can see, multiple bruises and abrasions. The bullets didn't cause too much damage inside. We believe that his internal injuries will heal themselves. The chest tube is for the collapsed lung. That should be removed in a day or so, when we're sure that the lung won't collapse again, and we're fighting an infection with antibiotics," he explained to her.
"Wow," Faith said. "What about his heart? I mean, I saw them doing CPR when we got out of that fire."
Dr. Morris told her the same thing he'd told Bosco's family. "Thanks, Doctor," Faith said.
"My pleasure. Now, you can visit, but you need to get some rest also so not too long," Dr. Morris told her before leaving.
Faith turned back to Bosco and noticed Trisha sitting on the other side of him for the first time. "Hi," she said quietly to her.
"Hi, Faith. How are you doing?" Trisha asked her.
She walked closer to Bosco's bed and looked down at him. "I'm fine. Just some smoke. That was something, huh?" she said, referring to the ordeal they'd just been through.
"Thank you, Faith. For keeping him alive," Trisha said, new tears glistening in her eyes.
"I just wish I could've found him sooner. Maybe he wouldn't have been hurt so bad," she said, thinking back to when she had gone home and fallen asleep with exhaustion. She was mad at herself for that. Maybe, if she'd gotten there sooner, she'd have prevented that second gunshot wound and the fire.
"Faith?" Trisha repeated, finally getting Faith's attention.
"I'm sorry, what?" Faith asked her.
"I said, 'You did all you could do.' We're just lucky we got him back," Trisha said, putting a hand on Bosco's arm.
"Yeah," Faith said, looking at the monitor screen and listening to the steady sound of beeps that was his pulse.
Trisha sensed that Faith wanted a moment alone with Bosco. "Would you stay with him for a minute? I just want to run to the ladies' room."
"Oh sure. Take your time - maybe get something to eat or something," Faith suggested.
"Thanks," Trisha said. She stood up and bent over to whisper something in Bosco's ear and then walked around the bed toward the door. She stopped when she reached Faith's side. Tears filled her eyes, causing Faith's to fill also, and she hugged her.
"Thank you for saving him, Faith. You'll never know how much I appreciate it. I just don't think I'd be able to stand losing someone else," she said and then walked from the room, leaving Faith to wonder exactly what she'd been through in her life. She'd yet to get to really know Trisha, but she had a feeling that this may be the one that stays around. Trisha walked past the nurse's desk and Dr. Morris looked up at her from his paperwork. "I think she needs some time with him," Trisha said to the doctor and he nodded.
Faith watched Trisha walk outside the door and then turned back toward Bosco. She listened to the steady sound of him breathing and the beat of the cardiac monitor. She wanted to reach out and touch him to let him know that she was there, but she was afraid also. Afraid that he'd know she was there and be disappointed in her for not finding him sooner. She still blamed herself for all of his injuries. This wasn't the first time that she wasn't there for him and he'd almost been killed.
Her mind went back to when she was sick from the radiation for her cancer. She jumped at the remembered sounds of the gunfire on the floors above her. She remembered pulling herself up off the landing of the stairs and how heavy her legs were as she willed them to climb the stairs faster. She remembered the eerie silence when she reached the top of the stairs and the heavy smell of gunpowder from the fired shots that hung in the hallway. She leaned against the wall, the blood from the perp they were chasing smeared on the wall, daring them to find him. And Bosco had - but at what cost because of Faith. All because she didn't tell him what was happening to her. She didn't want to be treated differently and it had almost gotten her closest friend - her partner - killed. She thought again and felt again the sickness in the pit of her stomach when she peeked around the corner and saw him lying in the doorway, face away from her, so still. She wanted to run to him right then, but she couldn't. She had to make sure that she wouldn't get shot by the same madman and not be able to help him. "Oh God," she'd thought to herself. "He's not moving." "Bosco!" she'd yelled in a whisper so many times without an answer.
Suddenly, she was brought back to the present by the sound of the heart monitor's increased beeping. She realized that she had been calling to him for real while she was remembering that night. Tears streaked her cheeks as she looked down at him now and saw the slight frown of his brow. He'd heard her calling to him and was trying to fight the medication to wake up. She pulled up the chair on this side of the bed, her back to the doorway. She didn't know that Dr. Morris was had come to the doorway because of the increased rate showing on the monitor at the nurse's desk. He listened as she sat down and put both hands on his arm.
"Bosco. I'm sorry," she said, beginning to cry harder now. "I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. I let you down again and you almost died again. Please, Bosco. Please be okay," she said, laying her head on the bed as she sobbed.
Dr. Morris watched the monitor from across the doorway as the rate increased. He watched to make sure it didn't reach a dangerous level. Right now, it was slightly elevated, but within the normal ranges of stimulation. He knew that Officer Boscorelli was trying to respond to his partner and wanted to give him time to try and wake up - for his partner's sake. Obviously something had happened in the past that was tearing at her and it needed to be settled. He didn't need to know what it was, but he'd seen it before with other officers and non-officers that had been critically or fatally wounded. Sometimes their partners or family were torn up and agonized because they felt they should have done more or make amends for something in the past. Sometimes they were able to get some peace - sometimes they weren't. He sensed that Officer Boscorelli was trying to respond to Officer Yokas. He watched the monitor as the rate increased and the frown on his face grew. His legs moved slightly as if he was trying to get up. He took a step toward them and was just about to tell the Officer that she'd have to leave - try again later - when she raised her head from the bed and looked at her partner.
Faith sobbed while she gripped Bosco's arm. She heard the rate increase on the monitor and knew she'd upset him somehow. She tried to get herself under control so as not to agitate him further. Suddenly, she felt his arm move under her hands. She lifted her head and looked up at him. She saw the frown on his face, his legs moving slightly. She looked back at his face again. "Bosco?" she said quietly, moving one of her hands to his. She was rewarded with a squeeze of her hand and his eyes fluttered slightly. His lips moved around the breathing tube as if he was trying to say something.
"It's okay, Bos. You can't talk right now because of the tube. Just relax," she said in a soothing tone, happy tears this time escaping from her eyes. He relaxed slightly and stopped thrashing, his eyes closed again. Dr. Morris stepped back again as Bosco calmed.
"I'm sorry, Bos. Sorry I wasn't there for you again," Faith said quietly. She felt his arm moving again. She looked down at his hand as he moved his hand out of hers and put his index finger and thumb together to make the "ok" sign. Then his hand relaxed and he was asleep again. Faith rested her head on the bed again, her hand still on his and fell asleep.
The nurse came to the doorway with more medication for Bosco's IV and stopped alongside Dr. Morris. "Everything settled?" she asked him quietly. The doctor and nurse had talked about this many times.
"Seems that way. Let her stay with him until she wakes up again," he said to Nurse Morris, taking another look at the monitor before walking back toward the desk. The nurse walked into the room and put the medication into Bosco's IV. Before she left, she took a blanket from the closet and draped it over Faith's shoulders.
Dr. Morris walked back to the nurse's desk and looked to the waiting room to Trisha. She looked back at him and he nodded his head that everything was alright and she smiled.
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TBC...