Need to Sleep
Ch 19
OK to all the readers...Keep in mind, this story even though it has like 19 chapters, is NOT being dragged on, I am just really enjoying writing it!!! AND :) if you pay attention, this chapter is only the end of the second day, and so for those of you who know what is wrong with Bos and have asked me about it, you know that 2-3 days is a little long for this to go on, but this IS fiction after all! LOL THANKS!!! ENJOY!!!
Bosco and Faith got back to the house, both thankful that the shift was finally over.
They headed to the locker room in silence and changed into street clothes, eager to get home.
Bosco was especially glad and could think of nothing but hitting the sheets.
He stood up slowly and made his way to the door, feeling Faith's eyes on him as he walked.
"See you tomorrow," he said to Faith, although he was not looking back at her.
"Yea, get some rest huh Boz," Faith said, relieved that the day was over for Bosco so that he could finally go home and get some rest and hopefully shake whatever has been wrong with him for the last two days.
She didn't want to sound like the overprotective mother to Bosco, since everyone, including Bosco, already thought that she babied him too much, but Faith couldn't help the sinking feeling she had that something was really wrong.
"Boz...if you need anything..."
Bosco turned to look at her, cutting her of mid-sentence, "I'm fine Faith."
"Call me OK just...if you need to..." and before she could even finish her sentence, Boscso had left the locker room.
When Faith finally got home, she breathed a huge sigh, relieved to have the day over so that she could get some sleep herself.
Her kids were both asleep and as she crawled into bed beside her husband and closed her eyes, her thoughts started to drift back to Bosco again.
As much as she tried to block him out of her mind, Faith couldn't shake the worried feeling she had been having all day that something bad was happening to her partner.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried like hell to think of anything but Bosco.
After about a half an hour, Faith finally fell asleep.
When Bosco got home, it was to a quiet, dark apartment, and he couldn't have been happier about it.
He was so relieved that this day was over, more than any other day that he could remember.
He still felt like hell, in fact he was feeling so crappy that, as he made his way down the hall to his bedroom, he didn't even bother turning any lights on.
Bosco half waked half stumbled to his room, taking his clothes off piece by piece as he went, and leaving them wherever they landed.
He fell into his bed wearing just his boxers, wifebeater, and socks.
Pulling the covers over himself, Bosco didn't even care if the chief of police was knocking on his door, he was not leaving his bed tonight for any reason, and as his head hit the pillow, Bosco was already asleep.
At about 330AM Bosco woke from sleep, extremely agitated, sweaty and hot, and very thirsty.
He reached over to grab the glass of water he usually kept by his bed, only to find that it wasn't there.
Bosco remembered that after work, he had just fallen into bed, and done nothing else, and now groaned at having to walk all the way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
He untangled himself from his bed, annoyed that he always had to wrestle with the sheets and comforter, and stood up to go into the kitchen.
As he walked the short distance down the hallway to his kitchen, Bosco began to feel very nauseous and lightheaded, and had to grab on to the wall to steady himself.
He realized that he hadn't really eaten anything in the last couple of days, and what he had eaten, he just threw it all up anyway, so it was no wonder his body was so weak and tired.
Bosco shook his head, trying to clear the fogginess that was threatening to overtake him, but that only made him feel worse.
He felt sick to his stomach, yet he had eaten nothing.
Bosco flipped on the light switch so that he could see more clearly, but the light only hurt his eyes, so he turned it off again.
Bosco was almost into the kitchen when he was overcome by the dizziness, and before he could turn around to sit down, he passed out.
As he fell forward, Bosco's face slammed into the kitchen counter, knocking him out even further, and causing his lip to split open, blood gushing out everywhere.
He had blood coming out of his lip, and his nose too, and Bosco's face was starting to swell up, but Bosco could not feel any of it, he was completely unconscious, lying in a heap on his kitchen floor.
At about 345 AM Faith woke up from sleep suddenly.
She wasn't sure what had startled her from sleep, so she climbed out of bed, went to check on her kids and the rest of the apartment, and go pee.
Faith climbed back into bed, satisfied that all was well in her house, yet she still had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach...something was not right.
Little did Faith know that, a few blocks away, at Bosco's apartment, her partner lay unconscious, bloodied, and extremely sick on the floor of his kitchen, soon to be fighting for his life...
Ch 19
OK to all the readers...Keep in mind, this story even though it has like 19 chapters, is NOT being dragged on, I am just really enjoying writing it!!! AND :) if you pay attention, this chapter is only the end of the second day, and so for those of you who know what is wrong with Bos and have asked me about it, you know that 2-3 days is a little long for this to go on, but this IS fiction after all! LOL THANKS!!! ENJOY!!!
Bosco and Faith got back to the house, both thankful that the shift was finally over.
They headed to the locker room in silence and changed into street clothes, eager to get home.
Bosco was especially glad and could think of nothing but hitting the sheets.
He stood up slowly and made his way to the door, feeling Faith's eyes on him as he walked.
"See you tomorrow," he said to Faith, although he was not looking back at her.
"Yea, get some rest huh Boz," Faith said, relieved that the day was over for Bosco so that he could finally go home and get some rest and hopefully shake whatever has been wrong with him for the last two days.
She didn't want to sound like the overprotective mother to Bosco, since everyone, including Bosco, already thought that she babied him too much, but Faith couldn't help the sinking feeling she had that something was really wrong.
"Boz...if you need anything..."
Bosco turned to look at her, cutting her of mid-sentence, "I'm fine Faith."
"Call me OK just...if you need to..." and before she could even finish her sentence, Boscso had left the locker room.
When Faith finally got home, she breathed a huge sigh, relieved to have the day over so that she could get some sleep herself.
Her kids were both asleep and as she crawled into bed beside her husband and closed her eyes, her thoughts started to drift back to Bosco again.
As much as she tried to block him out of her mind, Faith couldn't shake the worried feeling she had been having all day that something bad was happening to her partner.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried like hell to think of anything but Bosco.
After about a half an hour, Faith finally fell asleep.
When Bosco got home, it was to a quiet, dark apartment, and he couldn't have been happier about it.
He was so relieved that this day was over, more than any other day that he could remember.
He still felt like hell, in fact he was feeling so crappy that, as he made his way down the hall to his bedroom, he didn't even bother turning any lights on.
Bosco half waked half stumbled to his room, taking his clothes off piece by piece as he went, and leaving them wherever they landed.
He fell into his bed wearing just his boxers, wifebeater, and socks.
Pulling the covers over himself, Bosco didn't even care if the chief of police was knocking on his door, he was not leaving his bed tonight for any reason, and as his head hit the pillow, Bosco was already asleep.
At about 330AM Bosco woke from sleep, extremely agitated, sweaty and hot, and very thirsty.
He reached over to grab the glass of water he usually kept by his bed, only to find that it wasn't there.
Bosco remembered that after work, he had just fallen into bed, and done nothing else, and now groaned at having to walk all the way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
He untangled himself from his bed, annoyed that he always had to wrestle with the sheets and comforter, and stood up to go into the kitchen.
As he walked the short distance down the hallway to his kitchen, Bosco began to feel very nauseous and lightheaded, and had to grab on to the wall to steady himself.
He realized that he hadn't really eaten anything in the last couple of days, and what he had eaten, he just threw it all up anyway, so it was no wonder his body was so weak and tired.
Bosco shook his head, trying to clear the fogginess that was threatening to overtake him, but that only made him feel worse.
He felt sick to his stomach, yet he had eaten nothing.
Bosco flipped on the light switch so that he could see more clearly, but the light only hurt his eyes, so he turned it off again.
Bosco was almost into the kitchen when he was overcome by the dizziness, and before he could turn around to sit down, he passed out.
As he fell forward, Bosco's face slammed into the kitchen counter, knocking him out even further, and causing his lip to split open, blood gushing out everywhere.
He had blood coming out of his lip, and his nose too, and Bosco's face was starting to swell up, but Bosco could not feel any of it, he was completely unconscious, lying in a heap on his kitchen floor.
At about 345 AM Faith woke up from sleep suddenly.
She wasn't sure what had startled her from sleep, so she climbed out of bed, went to check on her kids and the rest of the apartment, and go pee.
Faith climbed back into bed, satisfied that all was well in her house, yet she still had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach...something was not right.
Little did Faith know that, a few blocks away, at Bosco's apartment, her partner lay unconscious, bloodied, and extremely sick on the floor of his kitchen, soon to be fighting for his life...