Chapter Six

(I'm on a roll, three chapters in one day! But when ya got an idea you got to run with

it!;-)

Bosco's POV

I watched through the glass windows as the doctors, and nurses closed in around her.

They were trying to get a few beats out of her, something, anything. And there I was,

on the outside looking in, feeling totally helpless.

Furture Maritza's POV

I can't explain how undeniably creepy it was to see myself, lying in there, on death's

doorstep. I could see Bosco's face, and I could sense how much he was hurting. He

kept blinking back tears. I had an almost uncontrolable urge to give him a big hug,

and comfort him, but that would probably make things worse. I mean, who would want

to feel like you were being hugged by somethng you couldn't see? You'd think you

were going crazy!

Faith's POV

I couldn't believe it. What I'd done. I had shot another officer. It was hard for that to

register, that I could have killed a fellow officer. Cruz, or not, she was still part of the

NYPD, whether we got along or not. I didn't know what was going to happen. To me,

or to her.

I could see Bosco, and I could see the pain in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried

to mask it, it was still there. Pain I caused him. If I had took the time to assess the

situation, and found out that they were in danger, and that she wasn't shooting at him,

she'd be standing right beside him.