Dilution 6/?
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. Thanks for the feedback, sorry it's been so long...
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"It'll be an intense program..." The doctor continued, "It'll be months before you get out – but since you're an adult, you need to sign yourself in. Once you're in, you don't get out until you get the approval. You understand that?"
Mercedes sighed, "He gets it." She hissed, "And he'll sign it." She glared over at Bosco, who was sitting up in the hospital bed. His sister was sitting next to him in a chair, the doctor at the foot of the bed with a clipboard and a few papers about the rehab program Mercedes wanted him to go into.
Bosco only let his gaze cast downward, "I don't need rehab." He said, "I'm fine. I can deal with it – everything today, it was just a bad day."
"No," Mercedes interrupted him, "It was a normal day. A bad day would be when you end up killing yourself"! She felt the tears in the back of her eyes already, but she vowed not to cry in front of her brother.
"I think you two need to talk about this. Mr. Boscorelli – I highly recommend this program, I've had many patients who enter it and come out better." He nodded, and left, leaving the papers behind with Mercedes.
In the hallway, Faith watched as the doctor left, and slowly walked into the room. "Everything work out?" she asked, leaning up against the wall by Mercedes.
The two siblings glared at each other. Bosco was pale, his skin whiter than before, his eyes were sunken in, the dark circles under his eyes had only grown blacker, his wrists still wrapped in a gauze that was turning a bright red.
"Apparently not..." She mused to herself, hearing the slight sound of static come in through her radio. She heard 55 David being called, and looked at Mercedes for direction.
"Let's go." Mercedes said, getting up and turning from her brother. He didn't say goodbye, and neither did she as she walked out of the room, picking up her own radio and answering the call.
Faith cast a sad look at Bosco, "She only wants to help you, ya know." She told him.
"And I only want her to leave me the FUCK ALONE!" He yelled, making sure that Mercedes could hear him from the hallway.
Faith shook her head, "Don't turn your back on her. You need her."
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"Boscorelli!" Swersky called as he saw her and Faith leaving the locker room after shift, "You gotta call."
Mercedes sighed, "Ya, who is it?"
"Make a guess."
"Tell him I ain't coming to pick up his sorry ass, and it sucks for him not to have money for a cab." She said, breezing past the desk, not even batting an eye.
Behind her, Faith sighed, and put her hand out for the Lieu to give her the phone. "I'll take it for her." She told him.
"Bosco?" She asked.
"Faith? Where's Mercedes?"
"You think she really wants to talk to you? She left, buddy."
"Did you tell her I was the one calling?"
"Bosco. She doesn't want to talk to you. You pissed her off – she tries hard to make everything work out with all of you guys, and you shoot her down. She can't take much more of it – she doesn't want to deal with you right now."
There was silence on the phone for a few minutes, Bosco's breathing the only thing that could be heard. "I needed a ride home."
"You got money for a cab?"
"What do you think?" He snapped back.
"I'll come by to pick you up. But only if you go over that rehab stuff with ya sister." Silence followed, and Faith shrugged when she heard the dial tone. She'd pick him up.
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Faith turned on the heater, seeing Bosco shivering in the front seat next to her, his arms wrapped around himself. He was only wearing a faded t- shirt and jeans with holes in the knees, his shoes had holes in them, the soles almost gone.
"What happened to your clothes?"
"What clothes?"
"Your jacket?"
Bosco shrugged, "Don't remember."
"Where am I taking you?"
"Mikey's."
"Ya, right. Like I'm gonna do that. I do that, and Mercedes'll kill me for leaving you with him."
"I thought she didn't care."
"Fine, then I'm not leaving you with him..." She thought about where she could take him. Definitely not to his sisters, and he didn't have any money to stay in a hotel, and she didn't have any money on her to pay for one for him. "I'll take you back to my place for tonight."
Bosco looked over at her, a little surprised. "Okay." He said, his voice hiding what he felt.
We were on the bed, her bed. She told me that I should sleep there for the night. She was sitting next to me, close. Our shoulders were touching, and I just broke. I felt my walls breaking – hearing her care. And then she's holding me, why weak body held up by her strong arms. I'm crying, shaking, sobbing, and she's just holding me, rubbing my back, telling me that it's okay, that'll I'll stay with her until we work something else out. We. Her and me, a pair.
So when the tears stopped, and she was holding my face in her hands, my eyes gazed into hers. I let my eyes linger to her lips, and I licked my own. I'd liked her – always. This was the closest I'd ever been to her, and I knew that if she didn't move now, I would cross a boundary.
When she didn't pull back, I leaned in a little, our faces millimeters apart. She didn't pull away, and I felt her shaking, my hands on her elbows. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers. It took a moment, but I felt her lips running over mine a moment later, and I ran my hands up her arms, onto her shoulders, and gently pushed her back.
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. Thanks for the feedback, sorry it's been so long...
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"It'll be an intense program..." The doctor continued, "It'll be months before you get out – but since you're an adult, you need to sign yourself in. Once you're in, you don't get out until you get the approval. You understand that?"
Mercedes sighed, "He gets it." She hissed, "And he'll sign it." She glared over at Bosco, who was sitting up in the hospital bed. His sister was sitting next to him in a chair, the doctor at the foot of the bed with a clipboard and a few papers about the rehab program Mercedes wanted him to go into.
Bosco only let his gaze cast downward, "I don't need rehab." He said, "I'm fine. I can deal with it – everything today, it was just a bad day."
"No," Mercedes interrupted him, "It was a normal day. A bad day would be when you end up killing yourself"! She felt the tears in the back of her eyes already, but she vowed not to cry in front of her brother.
"I think you two need to talk about this. Mr. Boscorelli – I highly recommend this program, I've had many patients who enter it and come out better." He nodded, and left, leaving the papers behind with Mercedes.
In the hallway, Faith watched as the doctor left, and slowly walked into the room. "Everything work out?" she asked, leaning up against the wall by Mercedes.
The two siblings glared at each other. Bosco was pale, his skin whiter than before, his eyes were sunken in, the dark circles under his eyes had only grown blacker, his wrists still wrapped in a gauze that was turning a bright red.
"Apparently not..." She mused to herself, hearing the slight sound of static come in through her radio. She heard 55 David being called, and looked at Mercedes for direction.
"Let's go." Mercedes said, getting up and turning from her brother. He didn't say goodbye, and neither did she as she walked out of the room, picking up her own radio and answering the call.
Faith cast a sad look at Bosco, "She only wants to help you, ya know." She told him.
"And I only want her to leave me the FUCK ALONE!" He yelled, making sure that Mercedes could hear him from the hallway.
Faith shook her head, "Don't turn your back on her. You need her."
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"Boscorelli!" Swersky called as he saw her and Faith leaving the locker room after shift, "You gotta call."
Mercedes sighed, "Ya, who is it?"
"Make a guess."
"Tell him I ain't coming to pick up his sorry ass, and it sucks for him not to have money for a cab." She said, breezing past the desk, not even batting an eye.
Behind her, Faith sighed, and put her hand out for the Lieu to give her the phone. "I'll take it for her." She told him.
"Bosco?" She asked.
"Faith? Where's Mercedes?"
"You think she really wants to talk to you? She left, buddy."
"Did you tell her I was the one calling?"
"Bosco. She doesn't want to talk to you. You pissed her off – she tries hard to make everything work out with all of you guys, and you shoot her down. She can't take much more of it – she doesn't want to deal with you right now."
There was silence on the phone for a few minutes, Bosco's breathing the only thing that could be heard. "I needed a ride home."
"You got money for a cab?"
"What do you think?" He snapped back.
"I'll come by to pick you up. But only if you go over that rehab stuff with ya sister." Silence followed, and Faith shrugged when she heard the dial tone. She'd pick him up.
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Faith turned on the heater, seeing Bosco shivering in the front seat next to her, his arms wrapped around himself. He was only wearing a faded t- shirt and jeans with holes in the knees, his shoes had holes in them, the soles almost gone.
"What happened to your clothes?"
"What clothes?"
"Your jacket?"
Bosco shrugged, "Don't remember."
"Where am I taking you?"
"Mikey's."
"Ya, right. Like I'm gonna do that. I do that, and Mercedes'll kill me for leaving you with him."
"I thought she didn't care."
"Fine, then I'm not leaving you with him..." She thought about where she could take him. Definitely not to his sisters, and he didn't have any money to stay in a hotel, and she didn't have any money on her to pay for one for him. "I'll take you back to my place for tonight."
Bosco looked over at her, a little surprised. "Okay." He said, his voice hiding what he felt.
We were on the bed, her bed. She told me that I should sleep there for the night. She was sitting next to me, close. Our shoulders were touching, and I just broke. I felt my walls breaking – hearing her care. And then she's holding me, why weak body held up by her strong arms. I'm crying, shaking, sobbing, and she's just holding me, rubbing my back, telling me that it's okay, that'll I'll stay with her until we work something else out. We. Her and me, a pair.
So when the tears stopped, and she was holding my face in her hands, my eyes gazed into hers. I let my eyes linger to her lips, and I licked my own. I'd liked her – always. This was the closest I'd ever been to her, and I knew that if she didn't move now, I would cross a boundary.
When she didn't pull back, I leaned in a little, our faces millimeters apart. She didn't pull away, and I felt her shaking, my hands on her elbows. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers. It took a moment, but I felt her lips running over mine a moment later, and I ran my hands up her arms, onto her shoulders, and gently pushed her back.