CHAPTER 30
OK after being gone for so long, I simply feel that I cannot do this story any real justice by dragging it out.
I never wanted it to go on forever so this will be the final chapter-I hope everyone liked it. Thanks for all of the awesome feedback and reviews.
Faith felt Bosco's hand slip fall limp.
It began to slip from her grasp and she looked over to see him succumbing to the darkness.
She knew that it was partly the anesthetic kicking in but mostly due to mental and physical exhaustion, whatever the reason, she was glad that Bosco wasn't awake for this.
The doctor was talking in the background and Faith looked up to see that he was coming over with the needle to administer the spinal tap.
She prayed that this would solve the mystery as to what was wrong with Bosco.
Almost as hard to watch as the previous needle insertion, Faith turned her head away and looked at Bosco's face.
He was still completely knocked out, not that he would have felt it anyway, and when she turned her head back, they were done.
"All right, we will get this lab work expedited and let you know as soon as the results come in," the Doctor spoke to Faith, as they started to clean up.
About 25 minutes later, the Doctor returned, 2 nurses following and a big smile across his face.
Bosco was still fast asleep, with Faith right beside him.
"We have some good news," he said to Faith, Officer Boscorelli has bacterial meningitis, we are lucky to have found this out now," he continued as a nurse started to inject Bosco's IV with some medication, " just a few more hours and we could have been looking at severe brain damage and coma, possibly even death."
Faith just sat there wide eyed, how the hell did he catch that?
She had a million questions for him, but first she had to know that he was going to be OK.
"We still aren't all in the clear yet, until he wakes up" the Dr. continued, "I am starting him on an aggressive antibiotic combination that will take effect right away, and then we will go from there."
Faith breathed deeply, this was great news, she thought, and he's gonna be OK.
The nurses had finished with the medication and instructed Faith to call them as soon as he started to wake or sooner if there was any problem.
She nodded and thanked them as they headed out of the room.
'My God Bosco, please, please wake up" Faith whispered to him, silently worried that he would sleep forever.
She continued talking to him, stroking his hand, letting him know everything they had just told her, when his eyes fluttered, and he let out an involuntary groan.
Bosco struggled to open his eyes, as the light was very intense, and he was still in a lot of discomfort.
"Faith...you're still here" he managed to whisper to her, as his eyes focused up at her.
"Boz, they found out what was wrong," she said, "I am not going anywhere until I know that you are gonna be OK, abut I think that is a safe bet now."
Bosco forced a weak smile her way, OK, he thought, thank God, his nightmare was over.
As he listened to Faith tell him what was going to happen next and question him as to where he could have picked up such a virus, his mind wandered back to a few days before, when he and Faith stopped to get a hot dog from a street vendor.
"There's nothin better than a street wiener" Bosco had said to her, and she looked at him as if he were crazy.
He smiled at the guy who handed it to him, and said "Enjoy it my man, you never know it could be your last."
Bosco hadn't thought anything of that statement until now, still not sure whether it meant anything or not, and decided to keep it to himself for the meantime.
It was probably just a weird coincidence anyway, he was way too tired to go theorizing about the hows and whys now.
Faith was still talking to him and he closed his eyes again, too tired to stay awake, but looking forward to waking up again with some strength ready to start over.
As he drifted off to sleep he prayed that this was the end...the end...
OK after being gone for so long, I simply feel that I cannot do this story any real justice by dragging it out.
I never wanted it to go on forever so this will be the final chapter-I hope everyone liked it. Thanks for all of the awesome feedback and reviews.
Faith felt Bosco's hand slip fall limp.
It began to slip from her grasp and she looked over to see him succumbing to the darkness.
She knew that it was partly the anesthetic kicking in but mostly due to mental and physical exhaustion, whatever the reason, she was glad that Bosco wasn't awake for this.
The doctor was talking in the background and Faith looked up to see that he was coming over with the needle to administer the spinal tap.
She prayed that this would solve the mystery as to what was wrong with Bosco.
Almost as hard to watch as the previous needle insertion, Faith turned her head away and looked at Bosco's face.
He was still completely knocked out, not that he would have felt it anyway, and when she turned her head back, they were done.
"All right, we will get this lab work expedited and let you know as soon as the results come in," the Doctor spoke to Faith, as they started to clean up.
About 25 minutes later, the Doctor returned, 2 nurses following and a big smile across his face.
Bosco was still fast asleep, with Faith right beside him.
"We have some good news," he said to Faith, Officer Boscorelli has bacterial meningitis, we are lucky to have found this out now," he continued as a nurse started to inject Bosco's IV with some medication, " just a few more hours and we could have been looking at severe brain damage and coma, possibly even death."
Faith just sat there wide eyed, how the hell did he catch that?
She had a million questions for him, but first she had to know that he was going to be OK.
"We still aren't all in the clear yet, until he wakes up" the Dr. continued, "I am starting him on an aggressive antibiotic combination that will take effect right away, and then we will go from there."
Faith breathed deeply, this was great news, she thought, and he's gonna be OK.
The nurses had finished with the medication and instructed Faith to call them as soon as he started to wake or sooner if there was any problem.
She nodded and thanked them as they headed out of the room.
'My God Bosco, please, please wake up" Faith whispered to him, silently worried that he would sleep forever.
She continued talking to him, stroking his hand, letting him know everything they had just told her, when his eyes fluttered, and he let out an involuntary groan.
Bosco struggled to open his eyes, as the light was very intense, and he was still in a lot of discomfort.
"Faith...you're still here" he managed to whisper to her, as his eyes focused up at her.
"Boz, they found out what was wrong," she said, "I am not going anywhere until I know that you are gonna be OK, abut I think that is a safe bet now."
Bosco forced a weak smile her way, OK, he thought, thank God, his nightmare was over.
As he listened to Faith tell him what was going to happen next and question him as to where he could have picked up such a virus, his mind wandered back to a few days before, when he and Faith stopped to get a hot dog from a street vendor.
"There's nothin better than a street wiener" Bosco had said to her, and she looked at him as if he were crazy.
He smiled at the guy who handed it to him, and said "Enjoy it my man, you never know it could be your last."
Bosco hadn't thought anything of that statement until now, still not sure whether it meant anything or not, and decided to keep it to himself for the meantime.
It was probably just a weird coincidence anyway, he was way too tired to go theorizing about the hows and whys now.
Faith was still talking to him and he closed his eyes again, too tired to stay awake, but looking forward to waking up again with some strength ready to start over.
As he drifted off to sleep he prayed that this was the end...the end...