Faith was crying, and I knew I caused it. I wanted to move, to say
something to fix my mistakes but everything was so slow, and dark. There
was something wrong with me; I knew something important had happened but I
couldn't remember...
Things were blank for awhile. I don't know how long. When I became aware again, I was able to open my eyes slightly.
Whoa, bad idea. I shut them tight against the light. I think I saw someone outlined against a window. I really hoped it wasn't those thugs come to finish the job. At that thought, memories flooded my mind.
Faith.
I opened my eyes and attempted to sit up, which was my second bad idea of the night. Really, I gotta learn to think things over.
"Bosco, are you alright?" I heard quick, capable steps, Faith's steps. So it didn't appear like she was hurt. I forced my eyes open a third time, to see for myself. Her face looked overly pink, like it had been scrubbed, and her hair was a little worse for wear, but overall she looked fine and healthy. I smiled. It probably looked like crap, but who cares, we lived.
"Hey." My voice sounded hoarse. Probably because I felt like I drank a super-sized cup of sand. "Are you okay?" She chuckled softly at this, and there seemed to be almost a hysterical edge to it.
"Yes, I'm fine. You saved my life." She takes a solid hold of one of my hands. I'm reminded of her butterfly-like touch on my cheek when I was lying on the floor, right after the attack. It had felt so gentle, and tender; I didn't know Faith's touch could be that way. I'm used to her solid grip on my arm as she pulls me back out of a busy street, or a punch on my arm at an inappropriate joke.
"Do you need anything?" She's looking at me earnestly, and her hand squeezes mine reassuringly, friendly. I need that touch again, I think.
But I look at her and say, "Can I have a glass of water?"
"No. Sorry, not that. The nurse's say it'll be a few days before you can eat or drink much."
I stare at her.
"Well, I'll ask. Maybe you can have an ice cube or something." She gives me a smile.
"Thanks." She stands, and walks out of the dimly lit room. I realize that there are men in uniform standing outside of the room. Protecting us. Protecting her. I feel part of a weight come off my shoulders. There was a worry that I hadn't been aware of until now, that I wouldn't be able to protect her, and that bastard would come back and try to finish it. He's not going to be able to, I thought grimly. I'm finishing it. For Mikey, for Ma... For her. Rage was building inside me again, but I cooled it to a simmer. I had to heal and bide my time. I wouldn't do my family any good as a pincushion.
I sigh and close my eyes. I'm asleep before Faith comes back with an ice cube.
When I come back with the ice cube the nurse gave me, Bosco's eyes were shut. I think he's asleep.
"Bosco?" I whisper softly. There's no response. I pause for a moment, savoring his sleeping form, deeply relieved that my best friend is alive. I smile and leave the room; I have something to do.
I pop the ice cube into my mouth, crunching noisily. I always did like chewing on ice cubes. A cop gives me a strange look. I smile a tense smile. They had come quickly; Many police cars had rolled up in front of the hospital in those moments... after. I dimly recall many questions, and people grabbing me or touching reassuringly, but my being had been focused on Bosco. He had been shot 11 times. He was in surgery for a long, long time.
Reaching into the pocket that holds the family cell phone, I wonder if they'll be home. I had called before, after Bosco got out of surgery. I knew it wasn't likely, but I couldn't stop hoping.
I hung up on the 9th ring. I glared at the phone and paced over to the end of the hallway.
"Come on guys, I'm just trying to keep you safe." Cursing Fred's faithlessness, I look through the names in the quick dial. Maybe he was blatant enough to put her number in our phone.
There. That was it, an unfamiliar name.
Linda.
I press the button to dial it, and press the phone to my ear. My lip is painful from my teeth, so I release it. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Come on, damnit! Finally it picks up, and a languid but slightly annoyed female voice comes on.
"McAlly residence." She sounds sexy, and I swallow, somewhat intimidated.
"Hello, is Fred there?"
She sounds confused, "Uh, sure, may I ask who it is?" "It's Faith, his wife."
A pregnant pause follows, but finally I hear the sound of the phone being handed from one person to another.
"Faith?" Fred's sleepy voice, "What do you want? I told you we're not coming home."
I bite back anger. "There was almost an explosion at Bosco's brother's funeral. At the same time there were two other coordinated bombs, targeting cops. We came to the hospital and 7 men with machine guns came and attempted to kill us. One officer is dead, and two others are seriously wounded."
I don't hear anything for a few moments.
"Faith, are you hurt?" I hear genuine concern in his voice. Somehow that was worse than indifference.
"No, I'm not." I was aiming for angry and waspish, but my voice cracks. "You and the kids gotta come to Mercy hospital. We think they're trying to get the families of cops too. That's why they killed Bosco's brother. I don't know what I would do if the kids..." I feel dangerously close to another breakdown.
"Wait Faith, who is 'they'?"
"Last week there was a car chase and we killed this mob boss's kid and now he's after us."
I wait, wondering if Fred ever thought this slow before.
"Alright, we're coming. We'll be there in a half an hour."
"Be safe."
"You too."
Turning the phone off and pocketing it, I make my way back to Bosco's room. I want to be there when he wakes up.
A/N:
Thanks for all the kind reviews people! =D They really DO encourage you to write more. hint hint ;)
jfh: Thanks, and I think that'd be awesome. Thanks for the idea!
Nerahdius: uh, thanks. lol
dixie: Thanks but sorry, that's what I'm aiming for. I'm a 'shipper and Bosco and Faith are too good to pass up.
HunnieBunnie: I am! I am! Thank you.
JackSparrowsBooty: Yup, I am! Hopefully I'll get a lot of time and inspiration to work hard on this fic!
Shorty: Sorry I killed off Cruz, but I felt it'd be a little unrealistic if everyone escaped without a scratch. I hope to write an alternate fic about what happens after the finale and Cruz lives.
amy: Thanks, . Yeah, poor Cruz :( but I felt there needed to be some description
Bo: Thank you!! I tried very hard to show Faith's emotions, I'm glad you noticed =D
katy: I enjoy writing about what happens. It makes me feel powerful : }Thank you.
faithinFaith: Thank you so much! I'm glad to know that it was good. Anything you say...? How about another update to your fic? ;) I really enjoy it, in fact I'm heading over there to write a review right now.
anneinchicago: Thanks! Yeah, I was thinking about that, but I kinda didn't want people to figure out she was dead until the end of the paragraph. It does seem pretty odd now that I think about it. I'll sleep on it, thanks for your help =D
Things were blank for awhile. I don't know how long. When I became aware again, I was able to open my eyes slightly.
Whoa, bad idea. I shut them tight against the light. I think I saw someone outlined against a window. I really hoped it wasn't those thugs come to finish the job. At that thought, memories flooded my mind.
Faith.
I opened my eyes and attempted to sit up, which was my second bad idea of the night. Really, I gotta learn to think things over.
"Bosco, are you alright?" I heard quick, capable steps, Faith's steps. So it didn't appear like she was hurt. I forced my eyes open a third time, to see for myself. Her face looked overly pink, like it had been scrubbed, and her hair was a little worse for wear, but overall she looked fine and healthy. I smiled. It probably looked like crap, but who cares, we lived.
"Hey." My voice sounded hoarse. Probably because I felt like I drank a super-sized cup of sand. "Are you okay?" She chuckled softly at this, and there seemed to be almost a hysterical edge to it.
"Yes, I'm fine. You saved my life." She takes a solid hold of one of my hands. I'm reminded of her butterfly-like touch on my cheek when I was lying on the floor, right after the attack. It had felt so gentle, and tender; I didn't know Faith's touch could be that way. I'm used to her solid grip on my arm as she pulls me back out of a busy street, or a punch on my arm at an inappropriate joke.
"Do you need anything?" She's looking at me earnestly, and her hand squeezes mine reassuringly, friendly. I need that touch again, I think.
But I look at her and say, "Can I have a glass of water?"
"No. Sorry, not that. The nurse's say it'll be a few days before you can eat or drink much."
I stare at her.
"Well, I'll ask. Maybe you can have an ice cube or something." She gives me a smile.
"Thanks." She stands, and walks out of the dimly lit room. I realize that there are men in uniform standing outside of the room. Protecting us. Protecting her. I feel part of a weight come off my shoulders. There was a worry that I hadn't been aware of until now, that I wouldn't be able to protect her, and that bastard would come back and try to finish it. He's not going to be able to, I thought grimly. I'm finishing it. For Mikey, for Ma... For her. Rage was building inside me again, but I cooled it to a simmer. I had to heal and bide my time. I wouldn't do my family any good as a pincushion.
I sigh and close my eyes. I'm asleep before Faith comes back with an ice cube.
When I come back with the ice cube the nurse gave me, Bosco's eyes were shut. I think he's asleep.
"Bosco?" I whisper softly. There's no response. I pause for a moment, savoring his sleeping form, deeply relieved that my best friend is alive. I smile and leave the room; I have something to do.
I pop the ice cube into my mouth, crunching noisily. I always did like chewing on ice cubes. A cop gives me a strange look. I smile a tense smile. They had come quickly; Many police cars had rolled up in front of the hospital in those moments... after. I dimly recall many questions, and people grabbing me or touching reassuringly, but my being had been focused on Bosco. He had been shot 11 times. He was in surgery for a long, long time.
Reaching into the pocket that holds the family cell phone, I wonder if they'll be home. I had called before, after Bosco got out of surgery. I knew it wasn't likely, but I couldn't stop hoping.
I hung up on the 9th ring. I glared at the phone and paced over to the end of the hallway.
"Come on guys, I'm just trying to keep you safe." Cursing Fred's faithlessness, I look through the names in the quick dial. Maybe he was blatant enough to put her number in our phone.
There. That was it, an unfamiliar name.
Linda.
I press the button to dial it, and press the phone to my ear. My lip is painful from my teeth, so I release it. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Come on, damnit! Finally it picks up, and a languid but slightly annoyed female voice comes on.
"McAlly residence." She sounds sexy, and I swallow, somewhat intimidated.
"Hello, is Fred there?"
She sounds confused, "Uh, sure, may I ask who it is?" "It's Faith, his wife."
A pregnant pause follows, but finally I hear the sound of the phone being handed from one person to another.
"Faith?" Fred's sleepy voice, "What do you want? I told you we're not coming home."
I bite back anger. "There was almost an explosion at Bosco's brother's funeral. At the same time there were two other coordinated bombs, targeting cops. We came to the hospital and 7 men with machine guns came and attempted to kill us. One officer is dead, and two others are seriously wounded."
I don't hear anything for a few moments.
"Faith, are you hurt?" I hear genuine concern in his voice. Somehow that was worse than indifference.
"No, I'm not." I was aiming for angry and waspish, but my voice cracks. "You and the kids gotta come to Mercy hospital. We think they're trying to get the families of cops too. That's why they killed Bosco's brother. I don't know what I would do if the kids..." I feel dangerously close to another breakdown.
"Wait Faith, who is 'they'?"
"Last week there was a car chase and we killed this mob boss's kid and now he's after us."
I wait, wondering if Fred ever thought this slow before.
"Alright, we're coming. We'll be there in a half an hour."
"Be safe."
"You too."
Turning the phone off and pocketing it, I make my way back to Bosco's room. I want to be there when he wakes up.
A/N:
Thanks for all the kind reviews people! =D They really DO encourage you to write more. hint hint ;)
jfh: Thanks, and I think that'd be awesome. Thanks for the idea!
Nerahdius: uh, thanks. lol
dixie: Thanks but sorry, that's what I'm aiming for. I'm a 'shipper and Bosco and Faith are too good to pass up.
HunnieBunnie: I am! I am! Thank you.
JackSparrowsBooty: Yup, I am! Hopefully I'll get a lot of time and inspiration to work hard on this fic!
Shorty: Sorry I killed off Cruz, but I felt it'd be a little unrealistic if everyone escaped without a scratch. I hope to write an alternate fic about what happens after the finale and Cruz lives.
amy: Thanks, . Yeah, poor Cruz :( but I felt there needed to be some description
Bo: Thank you!! I tried very hard to show Faith's emotions, I'm glad you noticed =D
katy: I enjoy writing about what happens. It makes me feel powerful : }Thank you.
faithinFaith: Thank you so much! I'm glad to know that it was good. Anything you say...? How about another update to your fic? ;) I really enjoy it, in fact I'm heading over there to write a review right now.
anneinchicago: Thanks! Yeah, I was thinking about that, but I kinda didn't want people to figure out she was dead until the end of the paragraph. It does seem pretty odd now that I think about it. I'll sleep on it, thanks for your help =D