chapter 15
The car ride wasn't as bas as Bosco had expected, Faith didn't hit as many bumps or drive as fast as Bosco which, for once, he was thankful for.
Bosco was, however starting to feel sicker overall with each minute that went by, and was seriously considering just telling Faith and having her drive him home so that he could take the rest of the day off sick.
His head was pounding so badly that he kept his eyes shut and his head back on the headrest.
They continued to drive in silence.
Bosco's stomach was staring to act up again, no doubt as a result of the tension in the car as well as the lunch he had scarfed down earlier.
Bosco just sat still and prayed that he would make it through the day.
Faith couldn't take the silence.
It had been over an hour with no calls and not one word out of Bosco's mouth.
Bosco did not know realize, but Faith had a plan to get him to talk to her.
She was driving them to an old abandoned lot near the river that they often went to when they were looking to lay low for a while.
Faith was gonna go crazy if this lasted much longer and was about to stop the car and confront him, when he spoke.
"Faith can you pull over?" he asked her softly, "I need..."Bosco stopped.
"What?" she asked him, startled that he had spoken, "What do you need Boz?"
He had spoken so quietly that she hadn't heard the rest of what he said.
She pulled the car over under a bridge that was at the front of the abandoned lot.
It was a great place to sit unnoticed.
Bosco got out of the car.
Faith turned off the car and got out too, thinking that this was gonna turn into a heated argument.
"Faith," Bosco said.
He was leaning against the side of the car door, his head down and his arms folded tightly across his stomach.
He looked like he was in pain.
Bosco knew that he couldn't keep this up much longer and had decided to just tell Faith the truth about what was going on.
At least then maybe she would cut him some play.
Faith walked around to his side of the RMP and leaned up against the side next to Bosco.
"What's up Boz?" she asked him.
Bosco felt his stomach flip.
Why was it so hard for him to tell Faith that he wasn't feeling well, it wasn't like a big deal or anything, he didn't have cancer, just a touch of the stomach flu, Bosco figured?
"Faith...I..." Bosco ran over to the side of the underpass and started to get sick.
The rest of lunch had decided to revisit in the most unpleasant way.
Bosco heaved again.
There wasn't much left in him and this made him start coughing really hard.
Faith was immediately at his side.
"Faith..."Bosco coughed, "I...I don't feel so good."
He finally had said it.
"I think...I think I have...the stomach flu or something" he finally got out.
Bosco was shaking all over.
He dry heaved again.
Faith put her hand on his back but all she felt was his vest underneath his shirt.
"Boz why didn't you just say something back at the house?" Faith asked him, "Were you sick earlier too? Did you get sick in the locker room?"
"Uh huh" he whispered.
Bosco wiped his mouth off on his shirt sleeve and stood up.
He turned and headed back to the RMP, opened up the back door and lay down on the seat.
He put his arm over his eyes, mostly because the light was really bothering them but also so that Faith couldn't see his face.
"Bosco I am taking you back to the house." Faith said as she stood looking at him.
"You need to go home" She grabbed her radio, "55 David to central..."
"No! Faith, I will be all right", Bosco snapped; "Faith, please", he said, taking his arm away and looking at her.
Bosco sat up straight and looked at Faith.
He pleaded to her with his eyes.
His hair was so stuck to his forehead and staring to make little curls where it was matted down.
He looked really bad to her, but Faith knew that Bosco hated any type of attention brought to himself, so she backed down, for now.
"Disregard central" she said into her two way.
Faith reached over and felt Bosco's cheeks.
He wasn't just hot, he was on fire.
"Damn Bosco you are burning up," she said to him as she took her hand off his cheek.
"Let me at least take you to Mercy so that they can give you some fluids and get your fever down," she said to Bosco, "I think that you might be dehydrated from getting so sick all day."
"No ... no way Faith" Bosco replied.
He was starting to regret ever having said anything to her in the first place.
"I just need to sleep" he said to her, "It's nothing."
She could see the anger in his eyes starting to build and didn't want to get into a huge fight with him, yet Faith knew that Bosco needed more than a good night of sleep now.
Bosco lay back down on the seat, feeling incredibly nauseous and worn out.
He was feeling so bad that he almost wished faith would just handcuff him and take him to the damn hospital, but part of him didn't want to go there still, too many bad things happened there.
Faith walked to the back of the squad and popped the trunk.
They kept a first aid kit back there and maybe she could find something in it to help Bosco feel better.
Faith came back with a thermometer, some Tylenol and a bottle of water.
"Bosco, let me take your temperature" Faith said, "you feel really hot to me."
There were at least ten good comebacks that Bosco could think of for that one, yet he was so tired, couldn't even muster up the energy to respond right now.
He sat up and let Faith play doctor for a minute, anything to avoid getting poked and prodded by the real thing.
Faith put the thermometer in Bosco's ear, it was one of those digital kind for kids who couldn't sit still.
"Perfect" Faith thought, amused that she thought of Bosco as a little kid.
Faith noticed that Bosco was still shivering, yet it wasn't really cold out and he had on a long sleeve uniform today.
In three seconds the thermometer beeped at her, she took it out of his ear and was completely stunned when she saw what it was reading.
The car ride wasn't as bas as Bosco had expected, Faith didn't hit as many bumps or drive as fast as Bosco which, for once, he was thankful for.
Bosco was, however starting to feel sicker overall with each minute that went by, and was seriously considering just telling Faith and having her drive him home so that he could take the rest of the day off sick.
His head was pounding so badly that he kept his eyes shut and his head back on the headrest.
They continued to drive in silence.
Bosco's stomach was staring to act up again, no doubt as a result of the tension in the car as well as the lunch he had scarfed down earlier.
Bosco just sat still and prayed that he would make it through the day.
Faith couldn't take the silence.
It had been over an hour with no calls and not one word out of Bosco's mouth.
Bosco did not know realize, but Faith had a plan to get him to talk to her.
She was driving them to an old abandoned lot near the river that they often went to when they were looking to lay low for a while.
Faith was gonna go crazy if this lasted much longer and was about to stop the car and confront him, when he spoke.
"Faith can you pull over?" he asked her softly, "I need..."Bosco stopped.
"What?" she asked him, startled that he had spoken, "What do you need Boz?"
He had spoken so quietly that she hadn't heard the rest of what he said.
She pulled the car over under a bridge that was at the front of the abandoned lot.
It was a great place to sit unnoticed.
Bosco got out of the car.
Faith turned off the car and got out too, thinking that this was gonna turn into a heated argument.
"Faith," Bosco said.
He was leaning against the side of the car door, his head down and his arms folded tightly across his stomach.
He looked like he was in pain.
Bosco knew that he couldn't keep this up much longer and had decided to just tell Faith the truth about what was going on.
At least then maybe she would cut him some play.
Faith walked around to his side of the RMP and leaned up against the side next to Bosco.
"What's up Boz?" she asked him.
Bosco felt his stomach flip.
Why was it so hard for him to tell Faith that he wasn't feeling well, it wasn't like a big deal or anything, he didn't have cancer, just a touch of the stomach flu, Bosco figured?
"Faith...I..." Bosco ran over to the side of the underpass and started to get sick.
The rest of lunch had decided to revisit in the most unpleasant way.
Bosco heaved again.
There wasn't much left in him and this made him start coughing really hard.
Faith was immediately at his side.
"Faith..."Bosco coughed, "I...I don't feel so good."
He finally had said it.
"I think...I think I have...the stomach flu or something" he finally got out.
Bosco was shaking all over.
He dry heaved again.
Faith put her hand on his back but all she felt was his vest underneath his shirt.
"Boz why didn't you just say something back at the house?" Faith asked him, "Were you sick earlier too? Did you get sick in the locker room?"
"Uh huh" he whispered.
Bosco wiped his mouth off on his shirt sleeve and stood up.
He turned and headed back to the RMP, opened up the back door and lay down on the seat.
He put his arm over his eyes, mostly because the light was really bothering them but also so that Faith couldn't see his face.
"Bosco I am taking you back to the house." Faith said as she stood looking at him.
"You need to go home" She grabbed her radio, "55 David to central..."
"No! Faith, I will be all right", Bosco snapped; "Faith, please", he said, taking his arm away and looking at her.
Bosco sat up straight and looked at Faith.
He pleaded to her with his eyes.
His hair was so stuck to his forehead and staring to make little curls where it was matted down.
He looked really bad to her, but Faith knew that Bosco hated any type of attention brought to himself, so she backed down, for now.
"Disregard central" she said into her two way.
Faith reached over and felt Bosco's cheeks.
He wasn't just hot, he was on fire.
"Damn Bosco you are burning up," she said to him as she took her hand off his cheek.
"Let me at least take you to Mercy so that they can give you some fluids and get your fever down," she said to Bosco, "I think that you might be dehydrated from getting so sick all day."
"No ... no way Faith" Bosco replied.
He was starting to regret ever having said anything to her in the first place.
"I just need to sleep" he said to her, "It's nothing."
She could see the anger in his eyes starting to build and didn't want to get into a huge fight with him, yet Faith knew that Bosco needed more than a good night of sleep now.
Bosco lay back down on the seat, feeling incredibly nauseous and worn out.
He was feeling so bad that he almost wished faith would just handcuff him and take him to the damn hospital, but part of him didn't want to go there still, too many bad things happened there.
Faith walked to the back of the squad and popped the trunk.
They kept a first aid kit back there and maybe she could find something in it to help Bosco feel better.
Faith came back with a thermometer, some Tylenol and a bottle of water.
"Bosco, let me take your temperature" Faith said, "you feel really hot to me."
There were at least ten good comebacks that Bosco could think of for that one, yet he was so tired, couldn't even muster up the energy to respond right now.
He sat up and let Faith play doctor for a minute, anything to avoid getting poked and prodded by the real thing.
Faith put the thermometer in Bosco's ear, it was one of those digital kind for kids who couldn't sit still.
"Perfect" Faith thought, amused that she thought of Bosco as a little kid.
Faith noticed that Bosco was still shivering, yet it wasn't really cold out and he had on a long sleeve uniform today.
In three seconds the thermometer beeped at her, she took it out of his ear and was completely stunned when she saw what it was reading.