Revenge
Chapter 48
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Bosco woke about an hour after his mother left with a start. His subconscious broke into the pain medication-induced sleep and reminded him that he'd still not seen Trisha yet. He jumped when he remembed and awoke, startling Trisha who was napping in the chair next to him.
Bosco turned toward the gasp that she let out and was relieved to see her there. "Trish?" he said with concern when he saw how terrible she looked.
"Hey, Maurice," she said smiling and sitting forward. "How are you today?" she asked as he leaned forward and kissed her.
"I'm okay, but what's wrong? You look awful," he said.
"Gee. Thanks a lot," she responded sarcastically, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"No. I mean..., do you feel okay? You look like you don't feel well," Bosco said with concern.
"I'm fine. I told you, I'm just worried about you," she said. Deciding to change the subject she said, "I'm sorry, but I dropped your coffee on the way in. I tried to get you some more in the coffee shop downstairs, but it smelled like it was old. I promise I'll bring you extra tomorrow."
"That's okay. Besides, I'll probably be going home tomorrow," he told her and laughed at the surprised look on her face.
"Tomorrow?! Already?? Are they sure?" she asked, worried that he was pushing the doctors to let him go early.
"That's what they said. As long as I have someone to stay with me," he added with a big grin.
"I don't like that look, Boscorelli. This doesn't mean you're gonna pull the poor little old me act, does it? Cause I'm not gonna let you get lazy," she warned him, trying not to laugh.
"Who me?" he said defensively.
"Yes, Mr. 'I have a cold and I'm dying,'" she mimicked from two weeks ago when he had come down with a chest cold.
"I thought women were supposed to be nurturing. You know, 'motherly'," he teased, feigning disgust.
"Yes, nurturing - not babying," she corrected him. She looked at him for a moment until he asked her what she was looking at.
"Nothing. I'm just so relieved that you're okay. I don't know what I would've done....," she trailed off, her eyes getting glassy as she fought back more tears.
"Hey," he said gently. "I AM okay, so don't worry about me. Full recovery, the doctors said," he assured her, but she didn't hear him as something he said a moment ago about being motherly was stuck in her brain.
"Trish?" she heard him say and realized that she wasn't listening to him.
"I'm sorry, what?" she said, flustered.
"I said that I'm worried about you," he repeated, reaching up to touch the side of her face.
"I'm fine. I promise," she said, trying to assure him. "I'm going to run to the ladies room and freshen up, okay?" and he nodded.
"Maybe I'll get a cup of coffee. You want me to see if they have any good coffee for you?" she asked.
"Mmm. Yeah. That sounds good. Thanks," he said.
She stood up and leaned over to give him a kiss and he watched her walk out of the room, still thinking that she didn't look well and making a mental note to remind her to get a checkup.
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Trisha walked toward the ladies room, thinking about Bosco's comment from earlier. She counted back in her mind and realized that, after checking the date on her watch, that she may have an answer as to her fatigue and nausea.
"Oh my God," she said to herself, not knowing what she'd do if she were.
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She'd been gone about two minutes when Bosco heard a cell phone ringing. He followed the sound to the pocket of her jacket that was piled at the bottom of his bed. Sitting forward carefully so as not to stretch his incisions too much, he reached for and pulled her jacket toward him.
Reaching in the pocket, he pulled out the phone and managed to answer it by the fourth ring.
"Hello?" he said into the phone.
"Uh, yes. May I please speak with Linda Watkins?" asked the voice on the other end of the phone.
Making a face, Bosco responded, "You must have the wrong number. This is not Linda Watkins' phone."
"I'm sorry. I must have dialed wrong. Thank you," said the person on the other end, hanging up.
Bosco was just putting the phone back into the pocket of the jacket when it rang again.
"Hello?" he said into the phone, listening to the same person ask for Linda Watkins again.
"Look. You have the wrong number. This is not Linda Watkins' phone," he said with a little irritation this time.
"Well, this is the number that she gave me and I reached her at this number before," the voice said again.
"Okay. Well, I'll tell the person whose phone it is that you called. Maybe it's a friend of hers or something," Bosco said. "What's the message?"
"This is Amy Morris from the Manhattan Medical Examiner's office. I just wanted to let her know that the body is being released and she can contact me to make arrangements. My number is 555-8769," said the technician.
"Whoa," Bosco said, surprised at the message. "I'll pass the message on," he said, hanging up the phone and putting it back in the jacket just as Trisha walked in with two steaming cups of coffee.
"Hey," he said, taking in the aroma of the coffee, not noticing the shocked look still on Trisha's face.
"Sorry it took so long. I talked them into making a fresh pot for you," she said, handing him the cup. "Be careful, it's really hot."
Bosco took the cup from her and said, "Thanks. Hey, do you know a Linda Watkins?" Trisha dropped her cup of coffee on the floor, jumping back as it splashed.
"Dammit!" she exclaimed.
"Are you okay?" he asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him.
"Yes. I really wanted that coffee too," she said sadly, trying to change the subject. "I haven't had an appetite lately and that really smelled good."
"Here, take some of mine," he offered. He watched her take a sip.
"Thanks," she said, grateful for the warm liquid and the time to try to gather her thoughts.
"So, do you know her?" he asked again.
"I'm sorry. Who?" she asked, trying to think of something to say. "How could he know about the name she used with the morgue?" she thought to herself.
"Linda Watkins. Did she use your cell phone or somethin'" he repeated.
"Uh, no. I don't think I know any Linda Watkins. Why?" she asked hesitantly.
"Well, an Amy Morris from the Manhattan Medical Examiner's office just called your cell phone for her and left a message that the body is being released and to contact her to make arrangements," Bosco said, obviously confused.
"Oh my goodness," Trisha said. "Whoever this poor Linda person is, she's obviously waiting for her loved one's remains so she can make burial arrangements. I wonder how they got my number?" she said, feigning confusion and suddenly feeling nauseous again. Bosco shrugged.
"Um. I think I'm gonna," Trisha said as she stood up fast and headed for the bathroom in Bosco's room.
"Trisha?" Bosco said as he watched her complexion go grayish. She'd made it about halfway across the room when Bosco saw her fall to the ground.
"Trisha!" he yelled, sitting forward quickly and feeling the pain in his side and shoulder.
"Nurse! Nurse!" he yelled, as he tried to move out of his bed. The nurse came running into the room and was confused at first as she saw Bosco trying to get up and the woman lying on the floor.
"Bosco! What happened?" she asked, as she knelt down alongside Trisha and checked to see if she was breathing.
"I don't know. She was gonna get sick and was rushing to the bathroom and then she just fell. Is she okay?" he asked, sitting on the side of the bed.
Assured that this woman was still breathing, the nurse went to the doorway and called for help from the nurse's station. Then she returned to check Bosco, who was looking quite pale himself.
The other nurse and two orderlies came into the room and one orderly went to get a stretcher as the second nurse and the orderly started to assess their newest patient. There was a small cut where Trisha had hit her head on the floor when she passed out.
"Is she okay?" Bosco asked with alarm. "She hasn't been feeling well," he offered as they lifted Trisha onto a stretcher and prepared to take her to the Emergency Room.
"I'm going with her," he said to his nurse.
"Bosco. You're in no shape to do that," she said trying to dissuade him.
"Look! I'm going," he said, arguing with her as Faith came around the corner with Emily behind her. Emily and Charlie had wanted to see how Bosco was doing and Faith thought that one at a time would be best until he was feeling a little stronger.
"Bosco! What's wrong with Trisha?" she asked as she came in the room, having passed her on the stretcher on her way in.
"I don't know. She just passed out. I've gotta get down there," he said, attempting to stand up again.
"Bosco. You can't do that. I'll go check and come back and tell you," the nurse said, trying to hold him back.
"No. I've got to be with her," he argued.
"Bos! I'll go. Just stay here. I'll go and I'll stay with her," Faith said to Bosco and he settled slightly.
"Emily will stay here with you and I'll come let you know as soon as I know. Okay?" Faith finished.
"Stay with her. As soon as you know anything, let me know," he told his partner.
"I promise. Em, stay with Bosco," Faith told her and Emily nodded.
"I will," Emily answered, looking slightly alarmed. The nurse helped Bosco back into bed and stayed a few minutes to make sure he was okay.
After making sure that her patient was settled down, the nurse said, "I'll go see what I can find out and then your partner can stay there with your friend, okay?"
"Thanks," Bosco said, as he relaxed slightly.
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TBC...
Chapter 48
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Bosco woke about an hour after his mother left with a start. His subconscious broke into the pain medication-induced sleep and reminded him that he'd still not seen Trisha yet. He jumped when he remembed and awoke, startling Trisha who was napping in the chair next to him.
Bosco turned toward the gasp that she let out and was relieved to see her there. "Trish?" he said with concern when he saw how terrible she looked.
"Hey, Maurice," she said smiling and sitting forward. "How are you today?" she asked as he leaned forward and kissed her.
"I'm okay, but what's wrong? You look awful," he said.
"Gee. Thanks a lot," she responded sarcastically, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"No. I mean..., do you feel okay? You look like you don't feel well," Bosco said with concern.
"I'm fine. I told you, I'm just worried about you," she said. Deciding to change the subject she said, "I'm sorry, but I dropped your coffee on the way in. I tried to get you some more in the coffee shop downstairs, but it smelled like it was old. I promise I'll bring you extra tomorrow."
"That's okay. Besides, I'll probably be going home tomorrow," he told her and laughed at the surprised look on her face.
"Tomorrow?! Already?? Are they sure?" she asked, worried that he was pushing the doctors to let him go early.
"That's what they said. As long as I have someone to stay with me," he added with a big grin.
"I don't like that look, Boscorelli. This doesn't mean you're gonna pull the poor little old me act, does it? Cause I'm not gonna let you get lazy," she warned him, trying not to laugh.
"Who me?" he said defensively.
"Yes, Mr. 'I have a cold and I'm dying,'" she mimicked from two weeks ago when he had come down with a chest cold.
"I thought women were supposed to be nurturing. You know, 'motherly'," he teased, feigning disgust.
"Yes, nurturing - not babying," she corrected him. She looked at him for a moment until he asked her what she was looking at.
"Nothing. I'm just so relieved that you're okay. I don't know what I would've done....," she trailed off, her eyes getting glassy as she fought back more tears.
"Hey," he said gently. "I AM okay, so don't worry about me. Full recovery, the doctors said," he assured her, but she didn't hear him as something he said a moment ago about being motherly was stuck in her brain.
"Trish?" she heard him say and realized that she wasn't listening to him.
"I'm sorry, what?" she said, flustered.
"I said that I'm worried about you," he repeated, reaching up to touch the side of her face.
"I'm fine. I promise," she said, trying to assure him. "I'm going to run to the ladies room and freshen up, okay?" and he nodded.
"Maybe I'll get a cup of coffee. You want me to see if they have any good coffee for you?" she asked.
"Mmm. Yeah. That sounds good. Thanks," he said.
She stood up and leaned over to give him a kiss and he watched her walk out of the room, still thinking that she didn't look well and making a mental note to remind her to get a checkup.
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Trisha walked toward the ladies room, thinking about Bosco's comment from earlier. She counted back in her mind and realized that, after checking the date on her watch, that she may have an answer as to her fatigue and nausea.
"Oh my God," she said to herself, not knowing what she'd do if she were.
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She'd been gone about two minutes when Bosco heard a cell phone ringing. He followed the sound to the pocket of her jacket that was piled at the bottom of his bed. Sitting forward carefully so as not to stretch his incisions too much, he reached for and pulled her jacket toward him.
Reaching in the pocket, he pulled out the phone and managed to answer it by the fourth ring.
"Hello?" he said into the phone.
"Uh, yes. May I please speak with Linda Watkins?" asked the voice on the other end of the phone.
Making a face, Bosco responded, "You must have the wrong number. This is not Linda Watkins' phone."
"I'm sorry. I must have dialed wrong. Thank you," said the person on the other end, hanging up.
Bosco was just putting the phone back into the pocket of the jacket when it rang again.
"Hello?" he said into the phone, listening to the same person ask for Linda Watkins again.
"Look. You have the wrong number. This is not Linda Watkins' phone," he said with a little irritation this time.
"Well, this is the number that she gave me and I reached her at this number before," the voice said again.
"Okay. Well, I'll tell the person whose phone it is that you called. Maybe it's a friend of hers or something," Bosco said. "What's the message?"
"This is Amy Morris from the Manhattan Medical Examiner's office. I just wanted to let her know that the body is being released and she can contact me to make arrangements. My number is 555-8769," said the technician.
"Whoa," Bosco said, surprised at the message. "I'll pass the message on," he said, hanging up the phone and putting it back in the jacket just as Trisha walked in with two steaming cups of coffee.
"Hey," he said, taking in the aroma of the coffee, not noticing the shocked look still on Trisha's face.
"Sorry it took so long. I talked them into making a fresh pot for you," she said, handing him the cup. "Be careful, it's really hot."
Bosco took the cup from her and said, "Thanks. Hey, do you know a Linda Watkins?" Trisha dropped her cup of coffee on the floor, jumping back as it splashed.
"Dammit!" she exclaimed.
"Are you okay?" he asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him.
"Yes. I really wanted that coffee too," she said sadly, trying to change the subject. "I haven't had an appetite lately and that really smelled good."
"Here, take some of mine," he offered. He watched her take a sip.
"Thanks," she said, grateful for the warm liquid and the time to try to gather her thoughts.
"So, do you know her?" he asked again.
"I'm sorry. Who?" she asked, trying to think of something to say. "How could he know about the name she used with the morgue?" she thought to herself.
"Linda Watkins. Did she use your cell phone or somethin'" he repeated.
"Uh, no. I don't think I know any Linda Watkins. Why?" she asked hesitantly.
"Well, an Amy Morris from the Manhattan Medical Examiner's office just called your cell phone for her and left a message that the body is being released and to contact her to make arrangements," Bosco said, obviously confused.
"Oh my goodness," Trisha said. "Whoever this poor Linda person is, she's obviously waiting for her loved one's remains so she can make burial arrangements. I wonder how they got my number?" she said, feigning confusion and suddenly feeling nauseous again. Bosco shrugged.
"Um. I think I'm gonna," Trisha said as she stood up fast and headed for the bathroom in Bosco's room.
"Trisha?" Bosco said as he watched her complexion go grayish. She'd made it about halfway across the room when Bosco saw her fall to the ground.
"Trisha!" he yelled, sitting forward quickly and feeling the pain in his side and shoulder.
"Nurse! Nurse!" he yelled, as he tried to move out of his bed. The nurse came running into the room and was confused at first as she saw Bosco trying to get up and the woman lying on the floor.
"Bosco! What happened?" she asked, as she knelt down alongside Trisha and checked to see if she was breathing.
"I don't know. She was gonna get sick and was rushing to the bathroom and then she just fell. Is she okay?" he asked, sitting on the side of the bed.
Assured that this woman was still breathing, the nurse went to the doorway and called for help from the nurse's station. Then she returned to check Bosco, who was looking quite pale himself.
The other nurse and two orderlies came into the room and one orderly went to get a stretcher as the second nurse and the orderly started to assess their newest patient. There was a small cut where Trisha had hit her head on the floor when she passed out.
"Is she okay?" Bosco asked with alarm. "She hasn't been feeling well," he offered as they lifted Trisha onto a stretcher and prepared to take her to the Emergency Room.
"I'm going with her," he said to his nurse.
"Bosco. You're in no shape to do that," she said trying to dissuade him.
"Look! I'm going," he said, arguing with her as Faith came around the corner with Emily behind her. Emily and Charlie had wanted to see how Bosco was doing and Faith thought that one at a time would be best until he was feeling a little stronger.
"Bosco! What's wrong with Trisha?" she asked as she came in the room, having passed her on the stretcher on her way in.
"I don't know. She just passed out. I've gotta get down there," he said, attempting to stand up again.
"Bosco. You can't do that. I'll go check and come back and tell you," the nurse said, trying to hold him back.
"No. I've got to be with her," he argued.
"Bos! I'll go. Just stay here. I'll go and I'll stay with her," Faith said to Bosco and he settled slightly.
"Emily will stay here with you and I'll come let you know as soon as I know. Okay?" Faith finished.
"Stay with her. As soon as you know anything, let me know," he told his partner.
"I promise. Em, stay with Bosco," Faith told her and Emily nodded.
"I will," Emily answered, looking slightly alarmed. The nurse helped Bosco back into bed and stayed a few minutes to make sure he was okay.
After making sure that her patient was settled down, the nurse said, "I'll go see what I can find out and then your partner can stay there with your friend, okay?"
"Thanks," Bosco said, as he relaxed slightly.
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TBC...