Dilution 5/?
Rating: R (for drugs and language)
Disclaimer: Not mine. But oh, how I wish they could be.....
Note: I'm having a wee bit of a problem with paragraph separations when I upload my documents onto here, so the ------ are just separations of paragraphs in some places....go with it. A/U .... Bosco is a druggie, yada yada yada, you've heard it enough.....Gracias to Fyre for letting me use Mercedes, and for making me write another chapter.
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Everything was surreal – the feelings, the thoughts, the motions. He was stuck in slow-mo, and he couldn't figure out why. All he knew was that he wanted out. He felt nothing, not even when he stared at his bleeding arms. Blood dripped rhythmically from them, forming dots of the red liquid on the ground. His vision was becoming blurry, and the dots grew fuzzy, everything was slowly becoming darker. His breathing got shallower, and it became harder to keep his eyes open. But the feeling – it still wasn't there – nothing was. He was still nothing, he wasn't anything, he knew would be.
The thoughts plagued his mind, tore him up from the inside and made salty tears creep up and out of his eyes. He felt them falling from his face – the only feeling he could feel. And then movement caught his eyes, a person, a girl, she had long hair, blonde hair. Her eyes were blue– so blue he thought that they were the ocean and he could swim in them. She was next to him, holding his hand, whispering things to him, telling him that it was going to be okay, that help was on the way.
To him, he was beyond help.
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"55-central to 55-david."
Mercedes glanced over at Faith, and sighed, picking up the car radio. "55- david responding."
"Your presence is requested over at Angel of Mercy hospital."
Mercedes eyes glazed over, she knew it had to be her brother. He probably couldn't let the nurses let him sign out, and he needed her help to do it. She sighed, "Why's that?"
"Get over to Angel of Mercy."
She heard central cutting her off, and rolled her eyes as Faith turned the RMP around. "I swear....that jag-off is not getting my help so he can get outta there."
Faith slightly smirked at her words – she had heard Bosco say that so much, so often, that she knew Mercedes must have picked it up from him. "Who knows. Maybe they need someone to say he can go into rehab or something."
"He's an adult, 32 fucking years old, he can do it himself. Besides, hell would freeze over, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer would be real before that ever happened."
Mercedes and Faith walked into Mercy side by side, a glum look on the younger officers face, which soon turned to face when a nurse walked up to her, a sad look on her face.
"You're Officer Boscorelli, right? Maurice's sister?" She asked. "You were here earlier when he had OD'd."
"Uhh...Ya. Why? Something wrong?" She asked, her features turning to fear.
"He was brought in again." The nurse started, "He's in trauma one now."
"What happened?" Mercedes asked, her figure shaking a little, "He came here to get help, he was going to fine when I left...."
"Your other brother, Michael, he took him home not too long ago. A young women found Maurice in the hallway of an apartment building, it looked like he'd hurt himself. He's lost a lot of blood, and crashed in the ambulance on the way here. Right now he's...."
Mercedes had lost her at 'found Maurice in the hallway....' and she was already walking towards the trauma room, her body shaking harder now, her lower lip trembling.
A hand touched her shoulder, and she spun around, her gaze falling on a young women with blonde hair. "You're his sister?" She asked.
Mercedes only nodded.
"Then you know he'll be okay. I found him and called for an ambulance. They said I should stay until you got here incase I had to answer any questions..."
Mercedes looked at the girl, and swallowed hard. She knew that if her brother had had the choice, between being saved and sinking, he'd want someone to tie cement blocks to his feet and drown him in the nearest river. "Uh...thanks." She said, looking back into the room.
Her brother was on his back, a few doctors checking his vitals and finishing up. There were two IV's in him, one in his arm, the other on the back of his hand.
She felt Faith stand next to her, "He'll be okay. The doctor said they got him stabilized, but he'll need to stay here for awhile....Cede....." She met her friends gaze, "I think now's the time to really get him some help."
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"How could you leave him alone after something like that?" Mercedes hissed at her brother in the hallway. The two had started arguing about putting Bosco into rehab and how Mikey could have left him after taking him to his place since he had arrived at Mercy.
Both siblings were outside of Bosco's room, Faith standing across the hall, leaning up against the wall.
"I had things to do! I can't watch him twenty four/seven like he's a little kid!"
"He IS a little kid still, Mikey!"
"He's 32 – he's older than us."
"And he's worse than you, Michael! He'd just OD'd, and you said yourself he was really depressed when you left him. You don't just leave him alone when he's like that, you should know that by now! I'm sick of having to take care of both of you!"
"He wants to fucking die so bad, let him!" Mikey yelled back, "Don't fucking take care of him, or me, anymore! I don't want your help, I don't need it! And neither does he! Don't pretend you're our mother!"
Mercedes felt tears stinging her eyes – she'd always taken care of them – always. She was the one who paid for their hospital bills, she gave them a place to live, money so they could buy food.
"Don't you DARE say that to me!" She cried back, "I take care of both of your sorry asses ALL the time."
"He wants to die, Mercedes." Mikey said again lowly, "Let him die, and stay out of his life already. Don't you see it? Didn't you hear what they told you? The doctor said there were scars all over his abdomen, his legs, his arms. He's been doing this for so long, he wants to die, Mercedes. Let him already. Let him go. Don't take care of him. Leave him alone. He doesn't need rehab, he needs for you to leave him alone."
"FUCK YOU!" She yelled back, feeling Faith pulling her back.
"Both of you, stop it!" Faith yelled, "Mikey, just leave. Now."
Mikey looked at his sister, anger in his eyes, "Don't do this to him – it's not worth it." He said, turning and walking down the hall.
As soon as he was out of site, Mercedes let the tears fall, and fell into Faith's arms. "He needs help. He need's help...."
"I know. Don't listen to Mikey, okay? We're gonna get Bosco help, and he's gonna be fine."
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Inside the hospital room, Bosco stared at the closed door. He heard Mercedes and Mikey fighting, his body shivering as their voices got louder. He hated it when they fought – especially now, when it was over him.
His brother was right though. He wanted to die, he wanted to be left alone. He was okay with that. He knew there wasn't any reason he was there except to make his sisters life a living hell.
Rating: R (for drugs and language)
Disclaimer: Not mine. But oh, how I wish they could be.....
Note: I'm having a wee bit of a problem with paragraph separations when I upload my documents onto here, so the ------ are just separations of paragraphs in some places....go with it. A/U .... Bosco is a druggie, yada yada yada, you've heard it enough.....Gracias to Fyre for letting me use Mercedes, and for making me write another chapter.
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Everything was surreal – the feelings, the thoughts, the motions. He was stuck in slow-mo, and he couldn't figure out why. All he knew was that he wanted out. He felt nothing, not even when he stared at his bleeding arms. Blood dripped rhythmically from them, forming dots of the red liquid on the ground. His vision was becoming blurry, and the dots grew fuzzy, everything was slowly becoming darker. His breathing got shallower, and it became harder to keep his eyes open. But the feeling – it still wasn't there – nothing was. He was still nothing, he wasn't anything, he knew would be.
The thoughts plagued his mind, tore him up from the inside and made salty tears creep up and out of his eyes. He felt them falling from his face – the only feeling he could feel. And then movement caught his eyes, a person, a girl, she had long hair, blonde hair. Her eyes were blue– so blue he thought that they were the ocean and he could swim in them. She was next to him, holding his hand, whispering things to him, telling him that it was going to be okay, that help was on the way.
To him, he was beyond help.
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"55-central to 55-david."
Mercedes glanced over at Faith, and sighed, picking up the car radio. "55- david responding."
"Your presence is requested over at Angel of Mercy hospital."
Mercedes eyes glazed over, she knew it had to be her brother. He probably couldn't let the nurses let him sign out, and he needed her help to do it. She sighed, "Why's that?"
"Get over to Angel of Mercy."
She heard central cutting her off, and rolled her eyes as Faith turned the RMP around. "I swear....that jag-off is not getting my help so he can get outta there."
Faith slightly smirked at her words – she had heard Bosco say that so much, so often, that she knew Mercedes must have picked it up from him. "Who knows. Maybe they need someone to say he can go into rehab or something."
"He's an adult, 32 fucking years old, he can do it himself. Besides, hell would freeze over, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer would be real before that ever happened."
Mercedes and Faith walked into Mercy side by side, a glum look on the younger officers face, which soon turned to face when a nurse walked up to her, a sad look on her face.
"You're Officer Boscorelli, right? Maurice's sister?" She asked. "You were here earlier when he had OD'd."
"Uhh...Ya. Why? Something wrong?" She asked, her features turning to fear.
"He was brought in again." The nurse started, "He's in trauma one now."
"What happened?" Mercedes asked, her figure shaking a little, "He came here to get help, he was going to fine when I left...."
"Your other brother, Michael, he took him home not too long ago. A young women found Maurice in the hallway of an apartment building, it looked like he'd hurt himself. He's lost a lot of blood, and crashed in the ambulance on the way here. Right now he's...."
Mercedes had lost her at 'found Maurice in the hallway....' and she was already walking towards the trauma room, her body shaking harder now, her lower lip trembling.
A hand touched her shoulder, and she spun around, her gaze falling on a young women with blonde hair. "You're his sister?" She asked.
Mercedes only nodded.
"Then you know he'll be okay. I found him and called for an ambulance. They said I should stay until you got here incase I had to answer any questions..."
Mercedes looked at the girl, and swallowed hard. She knew that if her brother had had the choice, between being saved and sinking, he'd want someone to tie cement blocks to his feet and drown him in the nearest river. "Uh...thanks." She said, looking back into the room.
Her brother was on his back, a few doctors checking his vitals and finishing up. There were two IV's in him, one in his arm, the other on the back of his hand.
She felt Faith stand next to her, "He'll be okay. The doctor said they got him stabilized, but he'll need to stay here for awhile....Cede....." She met her friends gaze, "I think now's the time to really get him some help."
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"How could you leave him alone after something like that?" Mercedes hissed at her brother in the hallway. The two had started arguing about putting Bosco into rehab and how Mikey could have left him after taking him to his place since he had arrived at Mercy.
Both siblings were outside of Bosco's room, Faith standing across the hall, leaning up against the wall.
"I had things to do! I can't watch him twenty four/seven like he's a little kid!"
"He IS a little kid still, Mikey!"
"He's 32 – he's older than us."
"And he's worse than you, Michael! He'd just OD'd, and you said yourself he was really depressed when you left him. You don't just leave him alone when he's like that, you should know that by now! I'm sick of having to take care of both of you!"
"He wants to fucking die so bad, let him!" Mikey yelled back, "Don't fucking take care of him, or me, anymore! I don't want your help, I don't need it! And neither does he! Don't pretend you're our mother!"
Mercedes felt tears stinging her eyes – she'd always taken care of them – always. She was the one who paid for their hospital bills, she gave them a place to live, money so they could buy food.
"Don't you DARE say that to me!" She cried back, "I take care of both of your sorry asses ALL the time."
"He wants to die, Mercedes." Mikey said again lowly, "Let him die, and stay out of his life already. Don't you see it? Didn't you hear what they told you? The doctor said there were scars all over his abdomen, his legs, his arms. He's been doing this for so long, he wants to die, Mercedes. Let him already. Let him go. Don't take care of him. Leave him alone. He doesn't need rehab, he needs for you to leave him alone."
"FUCK YOU!" She yelled back, feeling Faith pulling her back.
"Both of you, stop it!" Faith yelled, "Mikey, just leave. Now."
Mikey looked at his sister, anger in his eyes, "Don't do this to him – it's not worth it." He said, turning and walking down the hall.
As soon as he was out of site, Mercedes let the tears fall, and fell into Faith's arms. "He needs help. He need's help...."
"I know. Don't listen to Mikey, okay? We're gonna get Bosco help, and he's gonna be fine."
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Inside the hospital room, Bosco stared at the closed door. He heard Mercedes and Mikey fighting, his body shivering as their voices got louder. He hated it when they fought – especially now, when it was over him.
His brother was right though. He wanted to die, he wanted to be left alone. He was okay with that. He knew there wasn't any reason he was there except to make his sisters life a living hell.