Sorry about taking so long to update lately. I'm going to blame this delay on Boscoslut, for getting me involved in another project ;) Just kidding girl, I'm having fun!
So, here's Chapter 12. It's about half the size of my other chapters, but it's quite a change in pace. None the less, I hope you like it! Please review when you're done.
Thanks!
~JOEY~
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
-The Hours After-
Chapter 12
"I'm glad that you're trying so hard, but I just don't want you to push it and have another setback. There's no rush you know."
"Yeah, yeah…," I mumble to Dr. Grander as he sticks his stethoscope to my chest for the umpteenth time today.
He's worse than my mother. The guy nearly cried with joy when my fever dropped. He actually high-fived a very surprised nurse when I my temperature measured at 102.5 this afternoon. I make fun of him constantly, but deep down, I'm glad he's my Doc.
"Okay, Officer Boscorelli, you sound better than this morning… considering," he says while replacing the stethoscope around his neck.
"Doc, how many times to I have to tell ya? Call me Bosco."
"I'll call you whatever I damn-well please. Now shut up and lie back down."
I smirk and shake my head as I comply with the Doc's orders. He's one demanding little punk. I like to do things just in spite of him, but truth is, I'm tired anyway and lying down sounds pretty damn good right now.
Things have turned around drastically in the past 3 days, but as the Doc constantly reminds me, I'm not totally in the clear yet. They removed my chest tubes yesterday, but have been probing me every two seconds to ensure it was the right move. Dr. Grander said the pneumonia and fever will be around for a while to come, but anything's better than that hell I was experiencing a while ago.
I've managed to send waves of panic through the ICU with the minor setbacks I've experienced. I call them minor, but you'd swear it was Armageddon with the way they were throwing things around and screaming at each other - trying to decided what they could do to help me. Two days ago, I woke up with a monster of a migraine - which felt like it was toying with every nerve in my body. I don't think I opened my eyes all day, due to the light-induced pain it would stimulate. You'd think I was on my last breath with the way Dr. Grander was freaking out. It was just a migraine, and though I felt like my head was going to explode, I knew it would go away. After god knows how many years of medical school, you think he'd know that too. Like I said, the guy is more uptight than my mother.
Last night was the worst, and I was beyond thankful that the little Doc was off-shift. I spent the majority of the night engaged in violent coughing fits, which wouldn't have been so bad had my throat not been so sensitive and my system been a little stronger. By 3 in the morning, the night shift doc was ready to cut my sides open again and shove those uncomfortable tubes back between my ribs to drain the accumulating fluid. Just the thought of going back there made me want to yell out in frustration. Thankfully, I was able to suppress the bouts enough to the point where the night doc skeptically held off with the tubes.
I finally fell asleep around 7 am - Dr. Grander started his shift at 8. He was saying something about waking me up when he got there, to see how I was doing, but decided against it when a nurse told him about my less than favorable night. I laughed to myself in my half-sleep when I heard him telling her that they should have called him. The guy should just adopt me.
I woke from my much need slumber around 2 in the afternoon. I noticed a card on my bedside table, which I was told Lieutenant Swersky dropped off on behalf of the 5-5 while I was sleeping. I'm shocked they haven't disowned me. I'm more shocked that Faith hasn't disowned me. I took advantage of my fairly stable condition yesterday to tell her about what really happened that night. She didn't say much at first - just nodded with an expressionless face. When I was finished, she sighed and shook her head, "Damnit Bosco, the things I do for you."
That was it. She didn't mention it again. I wanted to cry with joy. Not necessarily because she forgave me, but because she said she didn't regret it. She mumbled something along the lines of, "You gotta do what ya gotta do."
I'm not sure if she told Fred about the whole thing, or if she made up a lie to protect my image. Either way, she's home now, she's safe and I've made some sort of miracle turn-around… what more could I ask for?
"Hey lazy, I heard you had a rough night," I give a small smile as Faith approaches my bedside.
"Nothing I can't handle," I answer, not letting on how agonizing the whole experience was.
"Rumor has it you're ready for your own room now!"
I can't tell whether she's mocking me, or just genuinely excited about my progress.
"Yeah, it's going to be sad not being able to torture these nurses anymore though," I answer, seeing Nurse Carson in my peripheral vision.
"Just remember who controls the drugs here, pal," the senior nurse replies with a dead-pan expression on her face.
I choose to let that one go due to the increasing exhaustion that's consuming me. Faith can sense that I'm fading, "You get some sleep, Bos. I've gotta go into the house to sign some papers that will help convict Cruz. I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe by then, you'll have your own room." She smiles at me, then turns to leave. Before she even exits the room, I'm asleep.
TBC. Please tell me what you think, I really DO want to know!!
So, here's Chapter 12. It's about half the size of my other chapters, but it's quite a change in pace. None the less, I hope you like it! Please review when you're done.
Thanks!
~JOEY~
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
-The Hours After-
Chapter 12
"I'm glad that you're trying so hard, but I just don't want you to push it and have another setback. There's no rush you know."
"Yeah, yeah…," I mumble to Dr. Grander as he sticks his stethoscope to my chest for the umpteenth time today.
He's worse than my mother. The guy nearly cried with joy when my fever dropped. He actually high-fived a very surprised nurse when I my temperature measured at 102.5 this afternoon. I make fun of him constantly, but deep down, I'm glad he's my Doc.
"Okay, Officer Boscorelli, you sound better than this morning… considering," he says while replacing the stethoscope around his neck.
"Doc, how many times to I have to tell ya? Call me Bosco."
"I'll call you whatever I damn-well please. Now shut up and lie back down."
I smirk and shake my head as I comply with the Doc's orders. He's one demanding little punk. I like to do things just in spite of him, but truth is, I'm tired anyway and lying down sounds pretty damn good right now.
Things have turned around drastically in the past 3 days, but as the Doc constantly reminds me, I'm not totally in the clear yet. They removed my chest tubes yesterday, but have been probing me every two seconds to ensure it was the right move. Dr. Grander said the pneumonia and fever will be around for a while to come, but anything's better than that hell I was experiencing a while ago.
I've managed to send waves of panic through the ICU with the minor setbacks I've experienced. I call them minor, but you'd swear it was Armageddon with the way they were throwing things around and screaming at each other - trying to decided what they could do to help me. Two days ago, I woke up with a monster of a migraine - which felt like it was toying with every nerve in my body. I don't think I opened my eyes all day, due to the light-induced pain it would stimulate. You'd think I was on my last breath with the way Dr. Grander was freaking out. It was just a migraine, and though I felt like my head was going to explode, I knew it would go away. After god knows how many years of medical school, you think he'd know that too. Like I said, the guy is more uptight than my mother.
Last night was the worst, and I was beyond thankful that the little Doc was off-shift. I spent the majority of the night engaged in violent coughing fits, which wouldn't have been so bad had my throat not been so sensitive and my system been a little stronger. By 3 in the morning, the night shift doc was ready to cut my sides open again and shove those uncomfortable tubes back between my ribs to drain the accumulating fluid. Just the thought of going back there made me want to yell out in frustration. Thankfully, I was able to suppress the bouts enough to the point where the night doc skeptically held off with the tubes.
I finally fell asleep around 7 am - Dr. Grander started his shift at 8. He was saying something about waking me up when he got there, to see how I was doing, but decided against it when a nurse told him about my less than favorable night. I laughed to myself in my half-sleep when I heard him telling her that they should have called him. The guy should just adopt me.
I woke from my much need slumber around 2 in the afternoon. I noticed a card on my bedside table, which I was told Lieutenant Swersky dropped off on behalf of the 5-5 while I was sleeping. I'm shocked they haven't disowned me. I'm more shocked that Faith hasn't disowned me. I took advantage of my fairly stable condition yesterday to tell her about what really happened that night. She didn't say much at first - just nodded with an expressionless face. When I was finished, she sighed and shook her head, "Damnit Bosco, the things I do for you."
That was it. She didn't mention it again. I wanted to cry with joy. Not necessarily because she forgave me, but because she said she didn't regret it. She mumbled something along the lines of, "You gotta do what ya gotta do."
I'm not sure if she told Fred about the whole thing, or if she made up a lie to protect my image. Either way, she's home now, she's safe and I've made some sort of miracle turn-around… what more could I ask for?
"Hey lazy, I heard you had a rough night," I give a small smile as Faith approaches my bedside.
"Nothing I can't handle," I answer, not letting on how agonizing the whole experience was.
"Rumor has it you're ready for your own room now!"
I can't tell whether she's mocking me, or just genuinely excited about my progress.
"Yeah, it's going to be sad not being able to torture these nurses anymore though," I answer, seeing Nurse Carson in my peripheral vision.
"Just remember who controls the drugs here, pal," the senior nurse replies with a dead-pan expression on her face.
I choose to let that one go due to the increasing exhaustion that's consuming me. Faith can sense that I'm fading, "You get some sleep, Bos. I've gotta go into the house to sign some papers that will help convict Cruz. I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe by then, you'll have your own room." She smiles at me, then turns to leave. Before she even exits the room, I'm asleep.
TBC. Please tell me what you think, I really DO want to know!!