Need to Sleep
OK sorry it took me so long to update, I am having a really crappy week!!! This is a mini chapter and I know that everyone wants more,
and I promise that I will get to it this weekend if I can!!! Thanks for reading!!
Chapter 22
It took only a split second before faith was frantically hovering over her partner, desperate to find out what was wrong with him.
"Call it in Davis" 10-13... Get a bus now" she cried as she placed her hands on Bosco's bruised torso.
Ty called in the emergency as Faith tried talking to Bosco.
"Bosco, Boz wake up," she pleaded with him as she gently shook his shoulder.
Bosco did not respond.
Faith put her hand on his forehead but already knew that he was burning up from the sweat all over his body.
"Oh my God Ty get... go get a washcloth with cold water on it," Faith said as she examined the dried up blood on Bosco's face.
She was not sure what had happened to him, but it looked as though he had been hit in the face.
Faith was confused because she knew that Bosco was in no condition to have gone out the night before, he had felt so bad.
When Ty returned with the washcloth, Faith began wiping his face and forehead, trying to get Bosco to come around.
He started groaning and breathing heavily, tossing and turning on the bed, and as Faith tried to calm him down, he finally opened his eyes to reality.
"Bosco, help is on the way, OK just lie down, don't move" Faith said, not wanting to cause Bosco any more pain than he appeared to be in.
Bosco struggled to talk, "Fa...Faith ... what...I ...what is going on?"
"Relax Boz, the bus is on the way, they are gonna take good care of you, you are gonna be fine," Faith tried to sound convincing.
"What the hell happened to your chest? Did someone beat you up Boz? Your face..." Faith didn't want to push it too hard though.
"N...No... I... I passed out...in the kitchen" Bosco stammered, the words not coming to him easily anymore.
"Faith...I...theres something really wrong with me" Bosco continued, taking deep ragged breaths as he spoke, "I feel...I feel like I am dying...so bad...," he trailed off.
"Shhh its OK, just be quiet, they are almost here," Faith soothingly said as she continued to wipe Bosco's forehead with the washcloth.
She looked down at Bosco, and then had to turn away, he looked so bad, so scared, like a child, and it was more than Faith could stand.
Faith stood up and walked over to the dresser and started looking for some pants and a shirt to throw on Bosco when the medics arrived.
Just then, the buzzer to his apartment sounded and Ty quickly went to let the medics in.
"Here Boz let me help you put these on," Faith said to Bosco as she grabbed a pair of basketball shorts from Bosco's dresser drawer.
Bosco lay still on the bed, as he was running out of whatever energy he had left, and fast.
He just groaned a reply, which Faith took as a yes, even though she couldn't understand it, as Faith started to pull the shorts onto Bosco's legs.
He had just finished pulling the shorts over his hips when Kim and Doc walked in along with four other cops from the precinct.
A 10-13 at the home of one of their own was not something the department took lightly, and Faith knew that it would only be a matter of time before the whole 5-5 knew about Bosco's condition.
Whatever that was...
OK sorry it took me so long to update, I am having a really crappy week!!! This is a mini chapter and I know that everyone wants more,
and I promise that I will get to it this weekend if I can!!! Thanks for reading!!
Chapter 22
It took only a split second before faith was frantically hovering over her partner, desperate to find out what was wrong with him.
"Call it in Davis" 10-13... Get a bus now" she cried as she placed her hands on Bosco's bruised torso.
Ty called in the emergency as Faith tried talking to Bosco.
"Bosco, Boz wake up," she pleaded with him as she gently shook his shoulder.
Bosco did not respond.
Faith put her hand on his forehead but already knew that he was burning up from the sweat all over his body.
"Oh my God Ty get... go get a washcloth with cold water on it," Faith said as she examined the dried up blood on Bosco's face.
She was not sure what had happened to him, but it looked as though he had been hit in the face.
Faith was confused because she knew that Bosco was in no condition to have gone out the night before, he had felt so bad.
When Ty returned with the washcloth, Faith began wiping his face and forehead, trying to get Bosco to come around.
He started groaning and breathing heavily, tossing and turning on the bed, and as Faith tried to calm him down, he finally opened his eyes to reality.
"Bosco, help is on the way, OK just lie down, don't move" Faith said, not wanting to cause Bosco any more pain than he appeared to be in.
Bosco struggled to talk, "Fa...Faith ... what...I ...what is going on?"
"Relax Boz, the bus is on the way, they are gonna take good care of you, you are gonna be fine," Faith tried to sound convincing.
"What the hell happened to your chest? Did someone beat you up Boz? Your face..." Faith didn't want to push it too hard though.
"N...No... I... I passed out...in the kitchen" Bosco stammered, the words not coming to him easily anymore.
"Faith...I...theres something really wrong with me" Bosco continued, taking deep ragged breaths as he spoke, "I feel...I feel like I am dying...so bad...," he trailed off.
"Shhh its OK, just be quiet, they are almost here," Faith soothingly said as she continued to wipe Bosco's forehead with the washcloth.
She looked down at Bosco, and then had to turn away, he looked so bad, so scared, like a child, and it was more than Faith could stand.
Faith stood up and walked over to the dresser and started looking for some pants and a shirt to throw on Bosco when the medics arrived.
Just then, the buzzer to his apartment sounded and Ty quickly went to let the medics in.
"Here Boz let me help you put these on," Faith said to Bosco as she grabbed a pair of basketball shorts from Bosco's dresser drawer.
Bosco lay still on the bed, as he was running out of whatever energy he had left, and fast.
He just groaned a reply, which Faith took as a yes, even though she couldn't understand it, as Faith started to pull the shorts onto Bosco's legs.
He had just finished pulling the shorts over his hips when Kim and Doc walked in along with four other cops from the precinct.
A 10-13 at the home of one of their own was not something the department took lightly, and Faith knew that it would only be a matter of time before the whole 5-5 knew about Bosco's condition.
Whatever that was...