4 long hours have now passed since I've seen Bosco and there is still no word. I stand leaning against the door frame of the surgical waiting room looking down a quiet hall as if it could give me answer to what is taking so long. The waiting room behind me holds a conversation full of questions that no one really knows how to answer. I keep hearing Cruz and Davis saying "I don't know" or "we have no idea" and "I don't know how to begin to figure this". I begin to grind my teeth with fustration over the way we don't have any answers to this nightmare. I finally can't hold it back anymore and I spin around to face them.
"We have to start from the beginning, find out every bit of information that Wynn has on him, we need to figure out where this guy goes who he speaks to…..everything!" I say firmly and a lot louder then expected "because we can not let this son of bitch get away with the pain he has caused" I start to choke on my tears, I take one last look at the now silent crowd who has their eyes trained on me before I turn and walk out of the room to the nearest exit.
I make my way outside to the now crisp but warm fresh night air of the spring. I brush away a few tears and take a deep breath of air soaking in how nice it feels compare to that hospital air. Allowing a shaky breath to be released I look up into the star covered sky and whisper "God please help him through this". I turn my head slightly to the right when I hear foot steps coming up behind me, its Davis and Sasha.
"I'm sorry I jumped on you guys back there" I tell them without looking at them.
"Nah, no man its alright….that was completely understandable, I mean this is fustrating" Davis says calmly looking forward.
"Yeah I know what you mean, I don't even have the slightest clue on what is going here" Sasha includes "who is this Donald Mann in the first place?"
"He's a Monkey Face Exstacy dealer, it all started when Mikey started to give us info on these dealers and we recognized Donald Mann's son outside one of the raves and we ended up in a high speed chase which killed his son, so now we think he wants revenge against Bosco and the cops that were there" Faith says calmly.
"I hope he thinks that we are dead so it can at least buy us some time to figure this out" Davis and Sasha nod an agreement.
We sit outside on bench for what felt like at least an hour without exchanging words just taking in the surrounding of the night life of New York from the roof that we were on; only about 6 floors high. The metal door behind us opens and Sully comes out but still holding the door open.
"Hey guys" we turned our heads to the deep voice "Bosco's out of surgery, the doctor wants to talk to us".
I stand up and walk towards the door with Davis and Sasha only a couple feet behind me walking together. I glance up at Sully for a second thanking him for coming to get us without using words. I don't waste much more time and kept on walking towards the waiting room.
Davis quietly closes the door behind him as he's the last to enter the room and stands by the door. We look at the doctor as he begins.
Bosco had suffered some internal bleeding which caused the doctors to remove his spleen, he had collapsed his right lung and only suffered some minor muscle damage. I kept thinking as I walked down the hall to his room "wow it seemed a lot worse then that, I mean know what he did suffer was bad, but I just figured it to be worse". That doesn't matter because what I do know is the doctor says he'll make a full recovery and be home in a few days, I let a small smile out at how I know that Bosco won't even want to be here for the rest of the night. I stop at door and read the number "379", I take a deep breath and walk in the room. Pulling a seat up to the side of his bed take hold of his left hand with my right hand and I reach up brushing back his yet again fallen hair and whisper "Thank you". I sit back still holding his hand and watch him sleep peacefully.
"We have to start from the beginning, find out every bit of information that Wynn has on him, we need to figure out where this guy goes who he speaks to…..everything!" I say firmly and a lot louder then expected "because we can not let this son of bitch get away with the pain he has caused" I start to choke on my tears, I take one last look at the now silent crowd who has their eyes trained on me before I turn and walk out of the room to the nearest exit.
I make my way outside to the now crisp but warm fresh night air of the spring. I brush away a few tears and take a deep breath of air soaking in how nice it feels compare to that hospital air. Allowing a shaky breath to be released I look up into the star covered sky and whisper "God please help him through this". I turn my head slightly to the right when I hear foot steps coming up behind me, its Davis and Sasha.
"I'm sorry I jumped on you guys back there" I tell them without looking at them.
"Nah, no man its alright….that was completely understandable, I mean this is fustrating" Davis says calmly looking forward.
"Yeah I know what you mean, I don't even have the slightest clue on what is going here" Sasha includes "who is this Donald Mann in the first place?"
"He's a Monkey Face Exstacy dealer, it all started when Mikey started to give us info on these dealers and we recognized Donald Mann's son outside one of the raves and we ended up in a high speed chase which killed his son, so now we think he wants revenge against Bosco and the cops that were there" Faith says calmly.
"I hope he thinks that we are dead so it can at least buy us some time to figure this out" Davis and Sasha nod an agreement.
We sit outside on bench for what felt like at least an hour without exchanging words just taking in the surrounding of the night life of New York from the roof that we were on; only about 6 floors high. The metal door behind us opens and Sully comes out but still holding the door open.
"Hey guys" we turned our heads to the deep voice "Bosco's out of surgery, the doctor wants to talk to us".
I stand up and walk towards the door with Davis and Sasha only a couple feet behind me walking together. I glance up at Sully for a second thanking him for coming to get us without using words. I don't waste much more time and kept on walking towards the waiting room.
Davis quietly closes the door behind him as he's the last to enter the room and stands by the door. We look at the doctor as he begins.
Bosco had suffered some internal bleeding which caused the doctors to remove his spleen, he had collapsed his right lung and only suffered some minor muscle damage. I kept thinking as I walked down the hall to his room "wow it seemed a lot worse then that, I mean know what he did suffer was bad, but I just figured it to be worse". That doesn't matter because what I do know is the doctor says he'll make a full recovery and be home in a few days, I let a small smile out at how I know that Bosco won't even want to be here for the rest of the night. I stop at door and read the number "379", I take a deep breath and walk in the room. Pulling a seat up to the side of his bed take hold of his left hand with my right hand and I reach up brushing back his yet again fallen hair and whisper "Thank you". I sit back still holding his hand and watch him sleep peacefully.