"Hey, guys…." Faith warned before the masked men opened fire onto the four officers in the small confines of the hospital room.
The guns went off continuously for what seemed like hours to Faith, and then stopped. Assuming they had finished their job of killing the officers, they left, unseen by the hospital workers and patients. Cruz was the first to pick her head up and look around. Her hands rapidly searched her body for any open wounds and found none.
"Bosco, Yokas, Davis, are you guys okay?" Cruz asked, trying to mask the sudden panic in her voice. Much of what happened today had been her fault, and for her to leave a shoot-out unscathed did not make much sense at all to her. She looked at Faith, who was hovering over Bosco, screaming his name and listening for his breath.
"Bosco?? Bosco, you need to wake up! Come on Boz…" Faith trailed off, her tears overcoming her as she hovered above her partner's face, which had grown pale and clammy. He was covered in blood, and his dapper suit was covered in broken shards of plate glass.
Davis ran over to the door and headed to the nurse's station, not caring if he was seen by a left behind gunmen. One of his own was on the ground, severely injured and hanging on by what seemed like very little. He had to find someone, preferably someone from the 55 Paramedics. He found Carlos, Levine, and Grace on the floor, their hands over their ears. Davis tapped Carlos and quickly told him what was happening with Bosco. Carlos and Levine quickly stood up and got ready to take care of Boz.
"Grace, you can stay here," Levine said, not caring if Grace didn't like her. Levine had a weird feeling about this girl, and after the stunt she pulled today, she couldn't wait for the day that Grace went back to wherever it was she really wanted to be.
"But…." Grace replied, but was cut off by a seething Carlos.
"You know what? Keep your ass in this room. As far as I'm concerned, your time at the 55 is over. Got it?" Carlos demanded, while walking out of the room. Davis looked on, confused and wondering why everyone was mad at the new girl, then deciding that it didn't matter. Helping Bosco was the only thing that he was worried about.
Davis wondered if he was feeling this was, how was Faith coping with the whole thing? She was always the stronger one, always the level headed one. She had seen Bosco fall out of a window after a perp, get shot, and be back in shape in no time flat. How was she going to handle this?