His blood still drips from my hands as I watch the doctors and nurses hurriedly pass by me towards the elevators. I run to his side and gently push back the few pieces of fallen hair, I only have a couple of seconds before the elevator doors open and one of the ER nurses gently guide me away from his unconscious form. I can hear Mary trying to tell me something but all I can find myself doing is watching as the elevator doors close. I stand there starring at the elevator that is now for sure long gone.
"Faith" a hand is put on my shoulder and I turn around to see who has addressed me, "does Bosco have any other family here or that we could contact".
"Umm, his father but I don't know how to get a hold of him, besides I doubt Bosco would want him here" I tell Mary, "why would you need to contact family?" I ask nervously not sure if I want to know the answer judging by the luck that Bosco has been having over the last few days.
Mary looks at me with sympathy, "His mother died a few minutes ago" . She hands me a bag of Roses personal belongings and turns to walk away. I watch as she walks away with an expression of shock on my face. I then look towards the elevator and think 'Oh God how am I suppose to tell him that his mother is dead'.
"Damn eh, you think his day could get any worse?" I hear a voice behind me say. I turn around to find Davis looking just about as stunned as I do.
"I hope not" I whisper as I walk by him to go get cleaned up. As I allow the hot water to run down my arms and hands watching the red slowly disappear I see everything that happened in that lounge ever so clearly. Cruz was saying something about how no one goes to war with the New York City Police Department. Then I warn everyone about the guys running by with guns, I look at Bosco for split second as the one gun started to go off. He's not standing much more then a foot away from me, and I think 'shit he's a sitting duck standing there in the middle of open fire". The next thing I knew is he grabs me somewhat forcefully and pulls me too the ground not even thinking about his own safety. I hit the ground first and then the chair that I was sitting lands behind my back not sure if I knocked it over or Bosco had purposely put it there to shield me, but knowing Bosco that's exactly happened. The unloading of the gun stopped suddenly and I could hear movement on the floor from the crunching of the glass as I start to wonder who it was that was moving within the room I hear the gunmen reloading and cocking and then I hear Cruz yell "You son of a bitch!" and she unloads her weapon into him. For the first time I'm actually grateful she's is in the same room that I am in while guns are going off. I lift my head up off the ground to see her standing there slowly lowering her weapon. Then I see Davis walk over and starts to panic and saying something along the lines of "Oh my God…Oh God….go, go get a doctor or someone" as waves Cruz away who I now notice to have this horrifying look on her face. That's when I finally looked over that chair that was shielding me from the gun fire. Bosco and blood and lots of it, Davis yells for me to come and help keep pressure on the wounds, I crawl over pushing the chair roughly away and I grab his head to steady it that's when the door flew open, I look up and yell "Hurry!".
"Faith" someone beside me whispers. I snap my head up to see Sasha standing there, I realize now that the blood is no longer being washed down the drain. I turned the taps off and walk to the chairs drying my hands at the same time. I sit down and then look up to see Sasha still standing at the sink. "He didn't have to do that" I start to say.
"Who didn't have to do what?" Sasha says to me.
"Bosco, he didn't have to take those bullets like he did" I'm now starring at the floor.
"That's just who Bosco is, you know, he would do that for anyone" Sasha says confidently.
"Yeah, I know" I'm now starting to feel guilty and ashamed, "well with the way I've treated him over the last year or so I don't really think I deserved it as much as he probably thought I did"
I look up and Sasha just silently looks at me. "He has always been there for me even to this very day, no matter what I would say or do to him I could always depend on him" I lightly chuckle to myself " and the one time that he came to me, depending on me to help him; before all that crap happened with Cruz, I slam a door in his face and tell him I want him out of my life".
I look back down at the floor and I can feel the tears starting to come but I keep them back. Sasha moves closer now and sits beside me and puts a hand on my back. "I let my anger get in the way of our partnership, if I would of just helped when he came to me the first time, things would never of ended up the way they did". I take a second to recollect myself.
"I pushed him away, made him feel so alone" I stop trying to stop the tears and allow them to be released "and now the only family he has is dead, he's upstairs with bullets in him after trying to save my life, and for as far as he's still aware of I want him completely out of my life" I'm now crying without control and Sasha pulls me into hug as we wait for the news of our fallen friend.
"Faith" a hand is put on my shoulder and I turn around to see who has addressed me, "does Bosco have any other family here or that we could contact".
"Umm, his father but I don't know how to get a hold of him, besides I doubt Bosco would want him here" I tell Mary, "why would you need to contact family?" I ask nervously not sure if I want to know the answer judging by the luck that Bosco has been having over the last few days.
Mary looks at me with sympathy, "His mother died a few minutes ago" . She hands me a bag of Roses personal belongings and turns to walk away. I watch as she walks away with an expression of shock on my face. I then look towards the elevator and think 'Oh God how am I suppose to tell him that his mother is dead'.
"Damn eh, you think his day could get any worse?" I hear a voice behind me say. I turn around to find Davis looking just about as stunned as I do.
"I hope not" I whisper as I walk by him to go get cleaned up. As I allow the hot water to run down my arms and hands watching the red slowly disappear I see everything that happened in that lounge ever so clearly. Cruz was saying something about how no one goes to war with the New York City Police Department. Then I warn everyone about the guys running by with guns, I look at Bosco for split second as the one gun started to go off. He's not standing much more then a foot away from me, and I think 'shit he's a sitting duck standing there in the middle of open fire". The next thing I knew is he grabs me somewhat forcefully and pulls me too the ground not even thinking about his own safety. I hit the ground first and then the chair that I was sitting lands behind my back not sure if I knocked it over or Bosco had purposely put it there to shield me, but knowing Bosco that's exactly happened. The unloading of the gun stopped suddenly and I could hear movement on the floor from the crunching of the glass as I start to wonder who it was that was moving within the room I hear the gunmen reloading and cocking and then I hear Cruz yell "You son of a bitch!" and she unloads her weapon into him. For the first time I'm actually grateful she's is in the same room that I am in while guns are going off. I lift my head up off the ground to see her standing there slowly lowering her weapon. Then I see Davis walk over and starts to panic and saying something along the lines of "Oh my God…Oh God….go, go get a doctor or someone" as waves Cruz away who I now notice to have this horrifying look on her face. That's when I finally looked over that chair that was shielding me from the gun fire. Bosco and blood and lots of it, Davis yells for me to come and help keep pressure on the wounds, I crawl over pushing the chair roughly away and I grab his head to steady it that's when the door flew open, I look up and yell "Hurry!".
"Faith" someone beside me whispers. I snap my head up to see Sasha standing there, I realize now that the blood is no longer being washed down the drain. I turned the taps off and walk to the chairs drying my hands at the same time. I sit down and then look up to see Sasha still standing at the sink. "He didn't have to do that" I start to say.
"Who didn't have to do what?" Sasha says to me.
"Bosco, he didn't have to take those bullets like he did" I'm now starring at the floor.
"That's just who Bosco is, you know, he would do that for anyone" Sasha says confidently.
"Yeah, I know" I'm now starting to feel guilty and ashamed, "well with the way I've treated him over the last year or so I don't really think I deserved it as much as he probably thought I did"
I look up and Sasha just silently looks at me. "He has always been there for me even to this very day, no matter what I would say or do to him I could always depend on him" I lightly chuckle to myself " and the one time that he came to me, depending on me to help him; before all that crap happened with Cruz, I slam a door in his face and tell him I want him out of my life".
I look back down at the floor and I can feel the tears starting to come but I keep them back. Sasha moves closer now and sits beside me and puts a hand on my back. "I let my anger get in the way of our partnership, if I would of just helped when he came to me the first time, things would never of ended up the way they did". I take a second to recollect myself.
"I pushed him away, made him feel so alone" I stop trying to stop the tears and allow them to be released "and now the only family he has is dead, he's upstairs with bullets in him after trying to save my life, and for as far as he's still aware of I want him completely out of my life" I'm now crying without control and Sasha pulls me into hug as we wait for the news of our fallen friend.