One of the last things I remembered was a rising sense of horror as I
watched 6 or 7 men with machine guns run by. I must have said something to
call their attention to those men because Davis and Cruz were looking and
Bosco was turning ever so slowly.
A man noticed us and turned, bringing the nose of his gun to face us. I remember two thoughts: "Please God, let my children be happy"; and "Not now—"and then Bosco was ducking towards me and we were flying backwards. I think I fainted, whether with fear or injury, I don't know.
When I woke up and there were soft breaths on my neck and a heavy warm body draped over me, I thought I was at home and Fred and I were—no, Fred was gone. I swallowed with grief and then realized I tasted blood in my mouth. What—
The last moments sped through my mind and I choked out Bosco's name.
"Faith?" His voice was no more than a breath of sound in my ear. The word sent shivers of fear down my back that settled in my belly. I attempted to look at his face, but I could only see his shoulder and the back of his neck...
The back of his neck was bloody. Panic shot through me and I tried to roll Bosco off me onto the floor, but he groaned and so I stopped, unwilling to hurt him any more.
"Boz?" I felt along his sides and my fingers found a hole in the fabric of his suit. "Boz?" My voice rose a little higher. "Can you hear me? Is it okay to move you? Were you shot?" My hands found another hole, and another. My pulse was hammering and the lead ball in the pit of my stomach grew much heavier.
"It's okay... to move..." His voice was growing softer. "Faith... Are you..."
"I'm good, Bosco. Sh now. Everything's fine now." I shoved a chair away with my arm so I could have a place to lay Bosco. "I'm going to roll you over, okay?" Something that could have been an affirmative escaped him.
I set one hand on his back, trying to avoid bullet wounds, and one hand on the back of his head. I rolled over, trying to keep his neck steady like the paramedics do. As I lowered him to the ground, he made no sound.
"Bosco, wake up." I bent my head to hear if he was breathing. A long pause, but thank god! His breathing tickled my ear slightly. "Boz, say something!" I heard a note of desperation enter my voice. "Please... I don't even care if you spell it right."
A barely audible chuckle came.
"Good, keep talking... " Splotches of dark red dotted his blue shirt, livid against the pristine. The side of his jaw was bloody... but it didn't look like his neck was hit, I think it might've been a graze on the side of his head. That reminded me of a certain unpleasant person who happened to be in the room with us, and Davis.
I turned to find Ty moaning and rocking slightly, looking half unconscious. I bit my lip, and continued my revolution to see her slumped motionless on the ground. Cruz's sharp nose was curled, even in unconsciousness, into a snarl. Her smoky eyes were shut against the bright light of our world. The back of her head was completely gone, a mass of gray and red.
I gasped and gagged, barely holding back my bile, even as a disgusting sense of triumph rose. My eyes fell shut for a moment as I collected myself. I didn't want to win, not like this. Still it floated inside me, taunting and reviling. After a moment I shoved it aside for more immediate concerns.
Turning back to Bosco, his pale, pale face sent fresh shocks of fear coursing through me. My first impulse was to scrabble for my radio, but I only felt soft fabric at my side. We were in a hospital, of course.
"I'm going to go and find a doctor or something..." I gestured weakly towards the general direction of the E.R. His head moved slowly, druggedly. Dark eyelashes rested on his cheek, and some unidentifiable emotion came and inspired me to brush a finger just below those supine lashes. My fingers leave a line of red in their wake; I blink away tears. I wipe my hands on the front of my skirt. When I'm just about to turn away, something catches my eye.
The corner of Bosco's lips turns up in a small, almost content smile. I almost smile back but then realization punches through—he doesn't think he'll live. That terrifying thought is spurring me into action and I rise on my unsteady legs. I walk two steps; then I burst into a run.
There's a doctor striding down the hallway, his face set in a brittle mask. Two nurses follow behind him. The younger nurse's face has an expression of abject terror, and the older one's is set in grim determination.
"Please, please, help us. They came... Bosco's hurt real bad and I don't know what to do and you have to help us. Please." I'm babbling and I cringe at the weakness in my voice. The older nurse gives me a brief sympathetic look, and the doctor pushes his way past me.
Following them, my train of thought is on a joy ride. My children, I'm still alive. Bosco. Fred is going to kill me—no, no he's not. Bosco. Emily and Charlie, I have to see them soon. Bosco. What happens if... Bosco.
The trio seem to know exactly where to go and I realize it's quite obvious, what with the shredded windows and moaning coming from Davis. Funny that I didn't hear him before. I almost giggle, but I choke it before it comes out. The doctor rushes over to Bosco's side, speaking clearly in medical lingo. A flurry of activity that are the nurses seem to be blurred.
I'm crying. I shouldn't be crying, I'm a cop. Cops don't cry.
The enormity of the situation hits me; There's an angry mob leader who sent a bunch of guys with machine guns to kill us in a hospital. He killed Bosco's brother. He tried to blow us up. Bosco is near death. Cruz IS dead. Ty is wounded. And my family...
They start CPR on Bosco.
I sink to the glass-littered floor near the wall and burst into sobs.
A/N:
I made a mistake, I was rewatching the season finale, and I realized the shirt Bosco is wearing is blue, not white. Sorry bout that.
A man noticed us and turned, bringing the nose of his gun to face us. I remember two thoughts: "Please God, let my children be happy"; and "Not now—"and then Bosco was ducking towards me and we were flying backwards. I think I fainted, whether with fear or injury, I don't know.
When I woke up and there were soft breaths on my neck and a heavy warm body draped over me, I thought I was at home and Fred and I were—no, Fred was gone. I swallowed with grief and then realized I tasted blood in my mouth. What—
The last moments sped through my mind and I choked out Bosco's name.
"Faith?" His voice was no more than a breath of sound in my ear. The word sent shivers of fear down my back that settled in my belly. I attempted to look at his face, but I could only see his shoulder and the back of his neck...
The back of his neck was bloody. Panic shot through me and I tried to roll Bosco off me onto the floor, but he groaned and so I stopped, unwilling to hurt him any more.
"Boz?" I felt along his sides and my fingers found a hole in the fabric of his suit. "Boz?" My voice rose a little higher. "Can you hear me? Is it okay to move you? Were you shot?" My hands found another hole, and another. My pulse was hammering and the lead ball in the pit of my stomach grew much heavier.
"It's okay... to move..." His voice was growing softer. "Faith... Are you..."
"I'm good, Bosco. Sh now. Everything's fine now." I shoved a chair away with my arm so I could have a place to lay Bosco. "I'm going to roll you over, okay?" Something that could have been an affirmative escaped him.
I set one hand on his back, trying to avoid bullet wounds, and one hand on the back of his head. I rolled over, trying to keep his neck steady like the paramedics do. As I lowered him to the ground, he made no sound.
"Bosco, wake up." I bent my head to hear if he was breathing. A long pause, but thank god! His breathing tickled my ear slightly. "Boz, say something!" I heard a note of desperation enter my voice. "Please... I don't even care if you spell it right."
A barely audible chuckle came.
"Good, keep talking... " Splotches of dark red dotted his blue shirt, livid against the pristine. The side of his jaw was bloody... but it didn't look like his neck was hit, I think it might've been a graze on the side of his head. That reminded me of a certain unpleasant person who happened to be in the room with us, and Davis.
I turned to find Ty moaning and rocking slightly, looking half unconscious. I bit my lip, and continued my revolution to see her slumped motionless on the ground. Cruz's sharp nose was curled, even in unconsciousness, into a snarl. Her smoky eyes were shut against the bright light of our world. The back of her head was completely gone, a mass of gray and red.
I gasped and gagged, barely holding back my bile, even as a disgusting sense of triumph rose. My eyes fell shut for a moment as I collected myself. I didn't want to win, not like this. Still it floated inside me, taunting and reviling. After a moment I shoved it aside for more immediate concerns.
Turning back to Bosco, his pale, pale face sent fresh shocks of fear coursing through me. My first impulse was to scrabble for my radio, but I only felt soft fabric at my side. We were in a hospital, of course.
"I'm going to go and find a doctor or something..." I gestured weakly towards the general direction of the E.R. His head moved slowly, druggedly. Dark eyelashes rested on his cheek, and some unidentifiable emotion came and inspired me to brush a finger just below those supine lashes. My fingers leave a line of red in their wake; I blink away tears. I wipe my hands on the front of my skirt. When I'm just about to turn away, something catches my eye.
The corner of Bosco's lips turns up in a small, almost content smile. I almost smile back but then realization punches through—he doesn't think he'll live. That terrifying thought is spurring me into action and I rise on my unsteady legs. I walk two steps; then I burst into a run.
There's a doctor striding down the hallway, his face set in a brittle mask. Two nurses follow behind him. The younger nurse's face has an expression of abject terror, and the older one's is set in grim determination.
"Please, please, help us. They came... Bosco's hurt real bad and I don't know what to do and you have to help us. Please." I'm babbling and I cringe at the weakness in my voice. The older nurse gives me a brief sympathetic look, and the doctor pushes his way past me.
Following them, my train of thought is on a joy ride. My children, I'm still alive. Bosco. Fred is going to kill me—no, no he's not. Bosco. Emily and Charlie, I have to see them soon. Bosco. What happens if... Bosco.
The trio seem to know exactly where to go and I realize it's quite obvious, what with the shredded windows and moaning coming from Davis. Funny that I didn't hear him before. I almost giggle, but I choke it before it comes out. The doctor rushes over to Bosco's side, speaking clearly in medical lingo. A flurry of activity that are the nurses seem to be blurred.
I'm crying. I shouldn't be crying, I'm a cop. Cops don't cry.
The enormity of the situation hits me; There's an angry mob leader who sent a bunch of guys with machine guns to kill us in a hospital. He killed Bosco's brother. He tried to blow us up. Bosco is near death. Cruz IS dead. Ty is wounded. And my family...
They start CPR on Bosco.
I sink to the glass-littered floor near the wall and burst into sobs.
A/N:
I made a mistake, I was rewatching the season finale, and I realized the shirt Bosco is wearing is blue, not white. Sorry bout that.