The wait was becoming almost unbearable. The walls of the hospital were so white, so plain, and so redundant. I heard commotion behind me and saw Sully, Ty, Monroe, Swersky, a few paramedics and firefighters from the 5-5. They were looking disheveled, the simple thought of losing Bosco was too much for anyone to handle.

"Faith? Faith?" Mary asked, her voice getting louder so that she would catch Faith's attention.

"What is it? Is it Boz?" I asked, my mind racing a mile a minute.

"He's awake, he almost didn't make it Faith," Mary said, "But he's going to be okay."

"Oh, thank God. Thank you Mary. Where is he?" I questioned, walking briskly as I wait for her to answer me.

"Room 305 Faith," Mary responded, talking to the other members of the 5-5 about Bosco's condition.

The walk seemed like forever and once I got to room 305, I just stood outside of his room. I need to do this. I can't chicken out and leave Boz by himself. I have to be there for him. I open the door and walk in, slowly and quietly in case he was sleeping.

I walked up to his bed and sat down. I brushed a few of the hairs that had fallen onto his forehead away. His hair was getting very long now, very unkempt because of all that had happened. I grabbed his hand and held it, carefully so that I wouldn't bump any of the wires connected to him.

His eyes opened slowly and I looked at his beautiful grey and green and blue eyes that before had never had much affect on me. A slow smile crept onto his face and he squeezed my hand, glad to see her.

"Faith," Bosco said, his eyes welling up in knowing that I was okay.

"Boz, you're okay. You're going to be just fine," I tell him, knowing that it is true. Once he's awake, there is no way that he will let go. He just doesn't work that way.

"Faith, thank you. Thank you for everything," Bosco lightly said, his voice becoming very sleepy. He was fighting to stay awake for my sake, trying to soak up every inch of me as I spoke, put strands of her hair behind my ear, and looked at him with my big green eyes.

"Boz, you need to sleep. Go ahead, you deserve it," I tell him as I watch his eyelids grow heavy and his breathing changing a little bit.

"Will you be here when I get up?" He asked, his voice sounding childish.

"You know I will be Boz, I'm not going anywhere," I tell him, my voice sure and unwavering. I wasn't going anywhere. Not until he was out of Angel of Mercy, and even then I would be right by his side. I have to be there for him, so that he knows the world didn't turn its back on him.

I read a fortune cookie on one of my nights off, after eating Chinese food with Fred. It said A friend is someone that walks in when the rest of the world walks out. I always thought about Bosco when I read that, I have it in my purse in a small pocket. I never thought of Fred as my friend. I saw him as my husband and the father of my children. Bosco was always my friend, always there for me. I'm going to his apartment to get him some things so that when he is ready to go home, he has comfortable clothes. I might as well sleep there. There's nothing left in my apartment, anyway.