Faith watched the bevy of nurses working with the doctor, trying to save her partner. Tears streamed down her face. Her eyes were swollen from the tears. Bosco…Why was this happening to him? He'd been a good partner. The best. He doesn't deserve this. No one should have to suffer like this…She drew in a shuddering breath. It caught in her throat and she began sobbing. Watching as Bosco struggled on the bed. She could see him moaning…Why didn't they do something? Sweat was pouring off of him. She couldn't stand to see her best friend suffer like this anymore. She turned and ran into Swersky.

"I can't do it anymore, Lieu, I can't watch him suffer anymore, he's got to be all right. What am I gonna do if -"

"Shh, don't say that. You know there's not a tougher guy on the planet than Boscorelli. If anyone was going to pull through, this, it would be him. You know that, don't you, Yokas?"

She closed her eyes against the dark thought that were clouding her brain. "I don't even know what to believe anymore, I'm so confused."

Swersky looked at her with concern. She had been under so much emotional stress lately. I hope she's ok. Her eyes were closed, but tears were still coming.

She turned to look again. This time she saw the ER team, working feverishly over Bos…Thank God for them. She felt some of the heaviness on her heart lessen. They wouldn't let anything happen to Bos if it was in their power to help him. Every time he had had to come to the ER to get checked out, he protested and moaned and groaned about it, and they teased him unmercifully and tried to make him miserable. But they really and truly cared about him, and he cared for them, too, in his own funny way.

She smiled faintly. He'd kick my ass if he knew I was doing this to myself. "When Bos gets out of there and wakes up he's gonna give these nurses hell. Imagine having to take care of Bosco in a hospital bed."

The Lieu was relieved. Yokas is gonna be fine.

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"Keep trying to flush the drugs out of his system. That'll give us a little more time to find out what the drug was."

A nurse spoke hesitantly. "He's displaying the stypical symptoms of an MDMA overdose, doctor."

He shook his head. "I know that, but there's something off. It's too severe for that."

Bosco was convulsing, sweat pouring off of his body. "His sinus is arrhythmic, doctor. Temp 104, BP's out of the roof."

Another senior doctor raised his voice. "It's MDMA. It's the most common OD in the ER, Ecstasy. Don't be stupid, Roberts. Treat him for an MDMA overdose."

The doctor ignored him and raised his voice. "Find out what the hell is taking the GCMS so long. I need to know what it is." A nurse left.

The senior doctor raised his eyebrows. "I told you what it was, Roberts. You are risking the life of this patient delaying the MDMA treatment. I'll tell you one more time. Start the treatment."

Roberts looked up at the man. "Shut up and get the hell out of here. Every moment you distract my staff is another moment this officer's life hangs in the balance. Now either shut the hell up or leave."

The older doctor turned to leave. "I'm going to report you, you know."

Roberts didn't even look up. "Report away."

A nurse spoke. "His breathing is increasing in difficulty. Increase oxygen?" He nodded. The muscle spasms were gaining in intensity.

The nurse rushed in, bumping into the senior doctor. "I have the results of the GCMS analysis." She handed them to Roberts.

He took one glance and resumed working. "It's PMA, guys. We've got to get his BP and temp down."

"Is this treatable?" A new nurse asked.

He shook his head. "All we can do is keep his HR, BP, and temp down and hope for the best. Thank God the dose wasn't strong enough to be lethal on it's own, but it did interact with the painkillers in his system. If anybody is good at praying, now would be a great time to start."

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