Chapter Twelve

Maritza's POV

I felt incredibly groggy, and confused. I opened my eyes to the sight of sunshine

pouring through the window, and to the sterlie smell of hospital. There was another,

more farmilar scent, lingering beside me. I slowly turned my head, and I saw Bosco.

His forehead on the edge of the bed, hunched into an uncomfortable hospital chair.

He's, here I thought, my Bosco, he's here.

I cautiously lifted my hand, and placed it on his head. I ran my fingers through his

hair, like I had been longing to do for ages.

Bosco's POV

All of the sudden, I felt something, or someone touching me. That's when I realized.

'' Ritza!,'' I looked up fast, and saw she was awake.

She suddenly burst into tears,'' Shhhhhhhhh, it's okay baby, I'm here, I'm here,'' I put

my arms around her, and she rested her head on my shoulder.

She cried for a few moments then looked up at me and studied my face.

'' Hey there sleepy head, how are you feeling?,'' I asked gently. She swallowed hard,

'' A little groggy, but I'll be okay. You?''

I had to laugh, I just did,'' I'm okay. Better now that you're back. I missed you,'' I bent

in and kissed her forehead,'' Do you remember what happened?''

'' Yeah, I got shot. Oh crap! My arm! Am I okay?,'' She started to panic.

''Shhhh, you're okay.The doc patched you up good. You may have to go for physio

though,'' I brushed her hair away from her face, and smiled. ''

She's back. She's back.

Future Maritza's POV

I'm awake! Okay, the past me is awake! I can't say anything right now though. Bosco's

with her, just like I had hoped. And hopefully he's here to stay.