Chapter Eight

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Bosco's POV

After what seemed like an eternity, a doctor finally came in.

'' Officers,'' He began,'' You're waiting for a Maritza Cruz?''

I nodded,'' Yes. How is she?'' I stood up and swallowed hard.

'' Well, she's lost a lot of blood. The wound on her shoulder was through-and-through.

But it nicked a blood vessel, and it burst. That's why she lost so much. We're not sure

how well she'll do. She's stable now, so all we can do is keep her comfortable, and

hope,'' The doctor, Dr. Moores, closed the file in his hand.

'' Can I see her?,'' I asked quietly. I swallowed again. I couldn't believe this. Was this

doctor trying to let me down easy? Trying to tell me gently that she may never wake

up?''

'' Yes, of course, follow me.'' I followed him to a private room. There laid Maritza. She

looked so peaceful, and serene. I had to choke back tears. I don't cry, it's just not me.

It was then I noticed Faith had followed me in.

'' Faith go home, you should be with your family,'' I told her. I was angry. I guess that's

the word for it. My mind was still reeling, and I needed time to think and collect myself

before I faced anybody.

''But,'' She began.

I cut her off,'' No, just go okay?,'' My voice was being forcefully contained, and I think

she could tell that.

'' Alright Bos,'' She said as she leÔ

Future Maritza's POV

Bosco grabbed the chair from across the room, and pulled it over. He sunk into it. I

couldn't bear to see him cry, but I couldn't turn away.

'' I'm here Ritza,'' He said softly, taking her hand,'' I'm here.''

I pinched my eyes shut, and slashed at the tears seeping through. My vision became

blurry, but I saw Bosco lean his forehead on the edge of the bed. He looked tired. I

wished the Maritza he could see was there for him. But instead, he was at her

bedside, and it didn't look like he was leaving anytime soon.