Title: Family Matters Chapter 20
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: My Take on 'Childhood Memories' this now takes place after 'Falling' and 'The Greater Good'
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind
when I return them.
Summary: Bosco finds out a shocking secret concerning the health of his sister.
A/N: Someone talked me into bringing this story back and doing more with it. So I did. Please keep up the R&R's it really gives me ideas, you may not think that they help, but trust me thay do.
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I don't know how long I had been sitting in the bedroom, but I soon hear the TV turn on in the living room. I guess Mercedes emerged from her room finally. I stand up taking my coat off and laying it on the bed, I place my keys on the dresser and leave the room an' walk out to the livin' room. She sittin' on the couch, already in her pajamas. I stand there watchin' her for a little. She looks over at him, says nothin.
I walk an' sit down next to her on the couch. "Turn the TV off."
She ignores me.
"Mercedes, turn the TV off now." I rasie my voice jus' a bit. She still doesn't turn the TV off, so I take the remote from her hand an' turn it off myself.
She looks over at me, pulling her legs up to her chest. She wraps her arms around her legs, an' rests her chin on her knees. "You're goin' to make me go back there--to the hospital, ain't you."
I nod. "Yes, I'm callin' them tomorrow."
She stares straight ahead. "I figured as much."
"Mercedes, you were throwin' up--you threw up blood. I don' have a choice. You have to go back."
"Did ya tell Ma yet?" She asks her chin still restin' on her knees.
"No, I'm goin' to call her tomorrow. What happen Merc, you were doin' so good? What happened?"
"I dunno...I jus'--I don' know really Mo. It jus' happened one day. I didn't mean for it to happen, an' I didn't think I'd keep it up."
I reach my hand over an' try to comfort her, but she quickly pulls away.
"Mercedes, don' be like this...please don' do this."
"I better go pack huh? Looks like I won't be here for a while." She says walkin' past me into her bedroom closin' the door.
I swallow hard reaching over I pick up the phone, I dial a number, an' wait. "Hey Yokas it's me, look I won't be comin' in tomorrow.....no everythin' isn't okay. It's Mercedes she's--she's sick again Faith." I say my voice cracking' "Yeah I gotta take her back to the hospital tomorrow....She's been makin herself throw up...I found a bloody rag in the bathroom room an' at first she said she cut herself shavin'....well somethin' happened with O'Mally an' she told me the truth...she told me she'd been throwin' up.....I don't know Faith....I don' know--I don' know much of anythin' anymore.....Yeah me too...Thanks...yea I'll call ya tomorrow....thanks again Faith....I will, Bye." I hang up the phone and lean back against the couch. I have a feeling down the road, I'm goin' to regret what I'm 'bout to do, as I stand up walkin' towards my sisters room. I gently knock on her door. "Mercedes can I come in."
"If you want." She replied softly to me.
I slowly walk in, she puttin' stuff into her duffle bag, her books, some clothes, slippers, that sorta stuff. "Stop packin'" I tell her.
She turns to me, holding a T-shirt in her hand as she narrows her eyes questioning me. "What?"
"Stop packin'. I'm not takin' you--you ain't goin' back there. I can't do it, I know I should. But I can't"
She stares at me, like I have three heads. She doesn't take her eyes off me either. She thinks I'm crazy. I think I'm crazy, but I can't do it. I jus' I can't take her back there.
"I'm goin' to take some time off of work, an' I'm goin' to be here everyday. I'm goin' to make sure you eat an' most of all I'm goin' to make sure you keep it down"
She still starin' at me. "Are-you-serious?"
I nod. "Yes, but you gottta promise me, you will let me help you. That you will do as I say an' not fight me 'bout it." I places one hand on each of her shoulder lookin' down at her. "You gotta Merc, I don' wanna bury my sister. I love her too much an' I don' want to do that."
She looks up at me, her eyes are sad. "M-Mo." Is all she is able to get out before falling into my chest and breaking down.
I pull her in tightly, a comforting hand on her back, as I rest my chin on her head. "Shhh, sweetie. It's okay" I sit down on her bed pulling her with me, as she sits down. "Will you let me help you?" I ask unsure.
She gives three nods. "What 'bout Ma?"
"I haveta tell her--but if you keep this up an' don' let me help you. You do an' YOU WILL haveta go back to the hospital. Understand? Don' make me regret this Mercedes Love."
"Yea." She sighs sadly. "I'm sorry Mo--I'm sorry you had to find out that way."
"Well I rather find out that way, then not at all." I watch as she lowers her head in disappointment. I lift her head up by her chin. "Mercedes...I love you an' I jus' want what's best for you. That's all. I'd die for you. No questions asked, you know this right."
She softly nods. "Yea, I know--I know you would. Jus' don't do it anytime soon...don't die. Please?"
"I won't." I gently kiss her on the head. "Unpack ya stuff an' I'll make us something to eat." She was about to interject. I stuck my finger out. "Mercedes..."
"I was only goin' to say I hope you order take out and don't attempt to cook anythin' that's all."