Bosco searched the ER, he was looking for the woman who ran into him
earlier. He had lost her after the medics took her away and he had gone in
the bus with his mother. Thankfully his mother was okay and Rose would be
discharged in an hour, with nothing but bumps and bruises. Now he had to
find that woman, not only to see how she was doing, but who she was.
The ER was busy. Many people from the funeral were there, and a good amount of people from a MVA had been brought in as well. Gurneys lined the ER some times two deep. Bosco looked through room and pushed back curtains. Finally after searching through endless beds he went to the desk. "Mary." Said Bosco. "I'm looking' for a young pregnant woman, 'bout 25 or so? You know what room she's in?"
Mary nodded at Bosco, then looked through the flies, stopping on the 3rd one in. "Trauma two."
"Thanks," Bosco said nodding before heading to the trauma room. He hoped she wasn't badly hurt. He slowly walked into the trauma room, to find her wearing a heart monitor, a fetal heart monitor and an IV.
"Hey," Bosco said softly as he neared her bed.
Starr turned towards Bosco's voice. Her eyes red with tears, her face slightly covered with dirt. "Is everyone alright?" She asked him.
Bosco nodded. "Yeah no serious injuries. Everyone got lucky. You okay?"
"Yeah, all this is precautionary. A little over board if you ask me." Said Starr. "They just want to make sure the baby is okay." She smiled. "I'm having a boy." Starr knew how badly Mikey wanted a boy, what a boy would have meant to him.
Bosco smiled, running a nervous hand through his dark brown hair, his fingers getting tangled in it. He nodded in reply unsure of what to say, still wanting to know who she was, and how she knew Mikey.
Sitting down Bosco looked at Starr. ""Earlier when I asked you how you knew Mikey, you did say. The car kinda interrupted."
"Mikey, he - uh - he's - I mean - he was my baby's father," she said picking at the IV in her thin arm avoiding Bosco's gaze.
Starr wasn't a big girl. She was 5'4" maybe 5'5" and weight at that time about 165lbs, her normal weight was usually around 120lbs. Her arms were thin, but muscular, her face was long and showed the pain she felt of losing Mikey. Her eyes, they showed the true pain she was feeling.
Bosco was in shock, he just stared at the girl. Mikey was the father of her unborn child. He wondered why Mikey never told him, why he never said anything. Bosco knew his mother didn't know. If she did, she would have told him for sure. He wondered is maybe his old man knew, but then again if his Father knew, Bosco was pretty damn sure he would have told his mother, and in turn his mother would have told him. So Mikey was keeping her a secret. Keeping the baby a secret. "How come Mike - how come Mikey never said nothin'?" Bosco asked the girl.
Again Starr avoided Bosco's gaze. It was as if she felt embarrassed at the fact Mikey never told his family about. Though she knew Mikey's reason as to why he didn't. It wasn't he was ashamed of who she was, he did it to protect her. "He was scared." Said Starr. "He did it to protect me. He was worried someone would hurt me or the baby."
She clicked her tongue against her inner cheek. "Listen Mikey also said if I was ever in trouble to find you. Those guys, the Dolphin ones. I Think they're comin' afta me now. I don' know how they found out 'bout me but they did."
Bosco listened to her for a moment. He could tell she was scared, that this wasn't easy for her. In a way he understood why Mikey never told anyone, but he was still pissed that Mikey didn't. If Mikey was in trouble he should have know he could have come to him, that Bosco would have done everything in his power to see that he would be safe and that she would be safe too. It was a little late for that.
"What makes you think they're afta you?" Asked Bosco, his eye watching as she picked at the IV.
"Mikey." Starr started. "He called, the day he died. His voice, it was frantic, he was scared. Mikey said someone was afta him, an' they'd be afta me. That I needed to find you, he tol' me he loved me an' the line went dead." Starr said as tears started falling. "I'm jus' doin' what he tol' me to do." She sobbed a little longer, using the sheet on her bed to dry her tear filled eyes. "It jus' took me four days to get the courage to come to you. I didn't wanna face the reality, my fiance was never comin' back. That my child wouldn't get to know his father."
Bosco sat for a moment, he chewed on his bottom lip for a few moments, his hands were clenched tightly into a fist. Mikey was not only the father of the woman's baby, but he was engaged. "Do you have a name?" Bosco asked after he realized he didn't even ask her that question yet.
She smiled softly, pushing some hair that had fallen out of her ponytail, behind her ears. "Yea. Starr Renyolds."
"An' how sure are you that your in danger?" He mentally kicked himself for asking. If the girl said she was in danger she was probably in danger, he just wasn't sure what else to ask her. He was still trying to get over the initial shock of what she had just told him.
"I'm pretty damn sure, I jus' I got this feelin' an' I don' wanna ignore it an' have it be too late." Starr said as her words trailed off into sobs. "I loved him, I loved Mikey so much."
"Where you stayin' at now?" Bosco asked her.
"Small studio apartment above a bar in Spanish Harlem." She said. "It's not much an' Mikey; he was working' on getting' us a good home to raise our baby." She looked at Bosco. "Your brother was the best thin' that ever happen to me. When I met him he was doin' drugs. Big time, I tired to get him to quit." Said Starr. "He would, for a week. Then the next we was usin' 'gain. It went on like this for months. Then I got pregnant." Starr told Bosco. "Mikey was -so- happy. He was so, -so- happy. I mean I don' think I've ever seen him that happy." She smiled remembering the moment.
"When he found out he was goin' to be a father, he stopped doin' drugs. He went to N.A. an' got clean. He wanted to be the best father possible." Said Starr as she placed her hand on her round belly rubbing it for a while.
"He got a job, baggin' groceries at night. But he didn't think he was makin' much. Well not enough to provide for me an' the baby." Starr said. She sat for a moment, as tears fell. Drying them with her thumb she looked at Bosco. "So he got another job working' at the docks."
Bosco listened to her and nodded his head a few times. He smiled to himself, he knew Mikey would be happy and he could picture the happiness in his head.
"Still wasn't enough for Mikey an' he got into dealin' X. I begged him to stop. I tol' him how scared I was that this would happen, that he'd get killed. But he wouldn't listen, said he could handle it." She sniffled.
"He wanted the best for his child. Working' at the grocery store an' the docks wasn't the best." Starr started crying again. "I know it's been said a dozen times an' it's over played. But Mikey just wanted a little piece of land to call his own. Ya know A small, but cozy house, on the Island." Starr dried more tears.
"He wanted a yard an' when the baby was old enough, a swing set. He had every thin' planned out. Colors for the room, wallpaper, he was even looking' at those fancy ass pre-schools. He wanted the best. That's all he cared 'bout. I don' think he realized though my worst fears would come true."
Starr looked up at Bosco, her eyes reamed with tears. "Despite all the shit your brothers done in the past an' who he was. The day he found out he was goin' to be a Dad, he wasn't the same person."
Bosco stared at Starr. He really didn't agree on why Mikey was dealing drugs. Getting clean meant staying way from drugs, in every way, shape and form. It meant not touching them or dealing, but he could also see where Mikey was coming off. He remembered one time, when they ran away to the fort. How Mikey told him, if he ever had kids, he wanted to be the best dad ever, and wanted to give them -everything- they ever wanted. No matter what.
No matter what. Bosco thought to himself. He inhaled, letting out a deep breath. "Okay, okay." He said as he started thinking. "Do you have a room mate?"
"Not unless you count my cat as a room mate." Starr said.
Bosco nodded. "Okay - well - uh - lemme think." He said, his fingers tangling into his hair as he ran his hand over his head. "You can stay with me. Okay, until I can figure out what else I'm goin' to do. How I'm goin' to handle this." Said Bosco.
Sure the girl was a complete stranger, but she was also the mother of his brothers' unborn child; his nephew. So he would do everything in his power to see she wouldn't get hurt. "I'll take the couch an' you can have my bed." He leaned in, resting his hands on his knees. He had taking in sports jacket off ages of go. Now he sat in a dirt covered, white dress shirt, his tie loosened his neck, hanging freely.
"You don' haveta do that." She said. "I'll be fine, I'm jus' bein' a paranoid freak." Starr said. "I do this a lot. Mood swings. Ya know."
"No." Bosco replied "You'll stay at my place, I mean it." He wasn't going to fight with her.
Starr smiled slightly as he spoke. It was a sweet gesture, one she really wasn't use to. But now Starr knew where Mikey got his "sweet" side. It wasn't just Mikey, it seemed to run in the family. Well at least with his brother. "Okay, but let me have the couch? I'll be fine there."
Bosco shook his head. "No - no your pregnant. If my mother found out I let a pregnant woman sleep on my couch. She'd kill me." Bosco said smiling at her.
She looked at Bosco. "Speaking of that. Your mother? What are you goin to tell her?" Asked Starr. "'Bout who I am?"
Bosco thought for the moment. "I tell her the truth. She'll love you trust me. "Bosco smiled at. "Trust me."
Starr looked at Bosco curling her bottom lip as she bit it, she nodded. "Okay."
Bosco smiled. "Good, lemme go check on my Ma an' we'll see what we can do about an introduction."
"Officer Boscorelli, thank you." Said Starr with a small smile.
"No problem." Bosco replied. "An'." He paused. "If you want, you can call me Mo."
The ER was busy. Many people from the funeral were there, and a good amount of people from a MVA had been brought in as well. Gurneys lined the ER some times two deep. Bosco looked through room and pushed back curtains. Finally after searching through endless beds he went to the desk. "Mary." Said Bosco. "I'm looking' for a young pregnant woman, 'bout 25 or so? You know what room she's in?"
Mary nodded at Bosco, then looked through the flies, stopping on the 3rd one in. "Trauma two."
"Thanks," Bosco said nodding before heading to the trauma room. He hoped she wasn't badly hurt. He slowly walked into the trauma room, to find her wearing a heart monitor, a fetal heart monitor and an IV.
"Hey," Bosco said softly as he neared her bed.
Starr turned towards Bosco's voice. Her eyes red with tears, her face slightly covered with dirt. "Is everyone alright?" She asked him.
Bosco nodded. "Yeah no serious injuries. Everyone got lucky. You okay?"
"Yeah, all this is precautionary. A little over board if you ask me." Said Starr. "They just want to make sure the baby is okay." She smiled. "I'm having a boy." Starr knew how badly Mikey wanted a boy, what a boy would have meant to him.
Bosco smiled, running a nervous hand through his dark brown hair, his fingers getting tangled in it. He nodded in reply unsure of what to say, still wanting to know who she was, and how she knew Mikey.
Sitting down Bosco looked at Starr. ""Earlier when I asked you how you knew Mikey, you did say. The car kinda interrupted."
"Mikey, he - uh - he's - I mean - he was my baby's father," she said picking at the IV in her thin arm avoiding Bosco's gaze.
Starr wasn't a big girl. She was 5'4" maybe 5'5" and weight at that time about 165lbs, her normal weight was usually around 120lbs. Her arms were thin, but muscular, her face was long and showed the pain she felt of losing Mikey. Her eyes, they showed the true pain she was feeling.
Bosco was in shock, he just stared at the girl. Mikey was the father of her unborn child. He wondered why Mikey never told him, why he never said anything. Bosco knew his mother didn't know. If she did, she would have told him for sure. He wondered is maybe his old man knew, but then again if his Father knew, Bosco was pretty damn sure he would have told his mother, and in turn his mother would have told him. So Mikey was keeping her a secret. Keeping the baby a secret. "How come Mike - how come Mikey never said nothin'?" Bosco asked the girl.
Again Starr avoided Bosco's gaze. It was as if she felt embarrassed at the fact Mikey never told his family about. Though she knew Mikey's reason as to why he didn't. It wasn't he was ashamed of who she was, he did it to protect her. "He was scared." Said Starr. "He did it to protect me. He was worried someone would hurt me or the baby."
She clicked her tongue against her inner cheek. "Listen Mikey also said if I was ever in trouble to find you. Those guys, the Dolphin ones. I Think they're comin' afta me now. I don' know how they found out 'bout me but they did."
Bosco listened to her for a moment. He could tell she was scared, that this wasn't easy for her. In a way he understood why Mikey never told anyone, but he was still pissed that Mikey didn't. If Mikey was in trouble he should have know he could have come to him, that Bosco would have done everything in his power to see that he would be safe and that she would be safe too. It was a little late for that.
"What makes you think they're afta you?" Asked Bosco, his eye watching as she picked at the IV.
"Mikey." Starr started. "He called, the day he died. His voice, it was frantic, he was scared. Mikey said someone was afta him, an' they'd be afta me. That I needed to find you, he tol' me he loved me an' the line went dead." Starr said as tears started falling. "I'm jus' doin' what he tol' me to do." She sobbed a little longer, using the sheet on her bed to dry her tear filled eyes. "It jus' took me four days to get the courage to come to you. I didn't wanna face the reality, my fiance was never comin' back. That my child wouldn't get to know his father."
Bosco sat for a moment, he chewed on his bottom lip for a few moments, his hands were clenched tightly into a fist. Mikey was not only the father of the woman's baby, but he was engaged. "Do you have a name?" Bosco asked after he realized he didn't even ask her that question yet.
She smiled softly, pushing some hair that had fallen out of her ponytail, behind her ears. "Yea. Starr Renyolds."
"An' how sure are you that your in danger?" He mentally kicked himself for asking. If the girl said she was in danger she was probably in danger, he just wasn't sure what else to ask her. He was still trying to get over the initial shock of what she had just told him.
"I'm pretty damn sure, I jus' I got this feelin' an' I don' wanna ignore it an' have it be too late." Starr said as her words trailed off into sobs. "I loved him, I loved Mikey so much."
"Where you stayin' at now?" Bosco asked her.
"Small studio apartment above a bar in Spanish Harlem." She said. "It's not much an' Mikey; he was working' on getting' us a good home to raise our baby." She looked at Bosco. "Your brother was the best thin' that ever happen to me. When I met him he was doin' drugs. Big time, I tired to get him to quit." Said Starr. "He would, for a week. Then the next we was usin' 'gain. It went on like this for months. Then I got pregnant." Starr told Bosco. "Mikey was -so- happy. He was so, -so- happy. I mean I don' think I've ever seen him that happy." She smiled remembering the moment.
"When he found out he was goin' to be a father, he stopped doin' drugs. He went to N.A. an' got clean. He wanted to be the best father possible." Said Starr as she placed her hand on her round belly rubbing it for a while.
"He got a job, baggin' groceries at night. But he didn't think he was makin' much. Well not enough to provide for me an' the baby." Starr said. She sat for a moment, as tears fell. Drying them with her thumb she looked at Bosco. "So he got another job working' at the docks."
Bosco listened to her and nodded his head a few times. He smiled to himself, he knew Mikey would be happy and he could picture the happiness in his head.
"Still wasn't enough for Mikey an' he got into dealin' X. I begged him to stop. I tol' him how scared I was that this would happen, that he'd get killed. But he wouldn't listen, said he could handle it." She sniffled.
"He wanted the best for his child. Working' at the grocery store an' the docks wasn't the best." Starr started crying again. "I know it's been said a dozen times an' it's over played. But Mikey just wanted a little piece of land to call his own. Ya know A small, but cozy house, on the Island." Starr dried more tears.
"He wanted a yard an' when the baby was old enough, a swing set. He had every thin' planned out. Colors for the room, wallpaper, he was even looking' at those fancy ass pre-schools. He wanted the best. That's all he cared 'bout. I don' think he realized though my worst fears would come true."
Starr looked up at Bosco, her eyes reamed with tears. "Despite all the shit your brothers done in the past an' who he was. The day he found out he was goin' to be a Dad, he wasn't the same person."
Bosco stared at Starr. He really didn't agree on why Mikey was dealing drugs. Getting clean meant staying way from drugs, in every way, shape and form. It meant not touching them or dealing, but he could also see where Mikey was coming off. He remembered one time, when they ran away to the fort. How Mikey told him, if he ever had kids, he wanted to be the best dad ever, and wanted to give them -everything- they ever wanted. No matter what.
No matter what. Bosco thought to himself. He inhaled, letting out a deep breath. "Okay, okay." He said as he started thinking. "Do you have a room mate?"
"Not unless you count my cat as a room mate." Starr said.
Bosco nodded. "Okay - well - uh - lemme think." He said, his fingers tangling into his hair as he ran his hand over his head. "You can stay with me. Okay, until I can figure out what else I'm goin' to do. How I'm goin' to handle this." Said Bosco.
Sure the girl was a complete stranger, but she was also the mother of his brothers' unborn child; his nephew. So he would do everything in his power to see she wouldn't get hurt. "I'll take the couch an' you can have my bed." He leaned in, resting his hands on his knees. He had taking in sports jacket off ages of go. Now he sat in a dirt covered, white dress shirt, his tie loosened his neck, hanging freely.
"You don' haveta do that." She said. "I'll be fine, I'm jus' bein' a paranoid freak." Starr said. "I do this a lot. Mood swings. Ya know."
"No." Bosco replied "You'll stay at my place, I mean it." He wasn't going to fight with her.
Starr smiled slightly as he spoke. It was a sweet gesture, one she really wasn't use to. But now Starr knew where Mikey got his "sweet" side. It wasn't just Mikey, it seemed to run in the family. Well at least with his brother. "Okay, but let me have the couch? I'll be fine there."
Bosco shook his head. "No - no your pregnant. If my mother found out I let a pregnant woman sleep on my couch. She'd kill me." Bosco said smiling at her.
She looked at Bosco. "Speaking of that. Your mother? What are you goin to tell her?" Asked Starr. "'Bout who I am?"
Bosco thought for the moment. "I tell her the truth. She'll love you trust me. "Bosco smiled at. "Trust me."
Starr looked at Bosco curling her bottom lip as she bit it, she nodded. "Okay."
Bosco smiled. "Good, lemme go check on my Ma an' we'll see what we can do about an introduction."
"Officer Boscorelli, thank you." Said Starr with a small smile.
"No problem." Bosco replied. "An'." He paused. "If you want, you can call me Mo."