Chapter 19:
„How is he?"
Rose asked with a trembling voice. Faith gave her a look full of empathy and shrugged slightly.
"I don't know. I haven't spoken to a doctor, yet... I'm so sorry."
Rose looked at her directly all of a sudden.
"What for? It wasn't your fault."
Silence fell between them as Faith tried to find the right words.
"If only I had been quicker, if only I would've found out earlier... I could've..."
Rose interrupted her in a soft voice.
"Stop blaming yourself. You couldn't have done anything for protection. The girl wanted revenge, she would have done it either way, equal if you would've found out sooner or later."
There was no use in fighting with her and there was no use in taking the blame, too. It definitely wouldn't help. She just hoped and prayed for him to be okay. She had no chance to influence the events any more. It was all up to the doctors – and to Bosco. His mom sat down beside Faith and absent mindedly took a cigarette out of her purse. She caught the sad smile Faith gave her, but didn't understand. Faith pointed to the cigarette in her hand.
"It's a hospital."
Rose followed her look and realized what she was doing. She shortly laughed hysterically and put it away quickly.
"I'm just a little nervous."
She said excusingly and Faith gave her another – more encouraging – smile.
"It's okay."
There was nothing more to talk about . There was no use in it – talking about it wouldn't better the situation and it wouldn't change his current state. So they just sat there quiet, hanging on to their own thoughts – hoping, wishing and praying for Bosco to be allright and for the doctor to come and tell them so. But Rose seemed to need some information, needed to know what happened down there at vice – squad. Unlike Faith she hadn't been there, she hadn't seen him, she didn't know what Bosco had looked like, how bad the wound had been. She didn't know anything about her son's state and Faith had been the last to see him. So she needed to know what she had experienced – she needed to know about her son, desperately.
"Is he going to make it?"
She whispered almost soundlessly. Faith didn't look at her, she just couldn't. "I don't know."
"But you were there, you've seen him. Was he hurt badly?"
She was thinking about lying to her for a moment, just to calm her. She didn't want her to worry too much. But she knew it wasn't much of a use, the doctor would finally tell her – perhaps it was better she'd be prepared.
"It was pretty bad..."
She answered her desperate question almost soundlessly, but couldn't go on. She didn't know how to tell her about it. mostly because she didn't wanna remember the scene she had gone through earlier. She whished for nothing more but to put it behind her, to forget it, but Rose wouldn't let her.
"Please tell me, I need to know!"
Faith nodded slightly, giving in to her. She had a right to know it and although she wasn't willing to tell her at all, she tried none the less.
"He..."
She didn't get any further when Rose almost jumped out of the chair she was sitting in, as a doctor entered the room.
"Mrs. Boscorelli?"
"Yeah, that's me. You're my son's doctor?"
"Yes I am..."
He stopped and turned to Faith, giving her a questioning look.
"And you are?"
"Officer Faith Yokas, I'm his partner."
"Sorry, but I can only allow family members..."
Rose immediately interrupted the doctor.
"No, that's okay. I want her to stay."
"As you wish."
Rose wasn't willing to wait any longer and keep herself entangled in formalities, she wanted to know – now!
"So, how is he, doctor?"
"He was in a pretty bad shape when he arrived. His right lung had collapsed, he wasn't breathing and he had lost a lot of blood. We got him up for surgery and were able to remove the bullet and to stabilize the bloodloss. Due to the enormous impact of both – the wound and the surgery – he still isn't breathing. Therefor we sent him to ICU, but I'm positive that breathing will return to normal in a few days at the latest. It will take some time, but he'll fully recover."
"Thank god."
Rose whispered, sitting down again. She seemed more reliefed, than words could ever say, the expression on her face, the sudden relax – told so. Faith didn't feel any different.
From what she had seen, when she first found him, she hadn't had much hope he'd survive after all, she didn't even think about recovery. All of the blood, his still, lifeless body and the lack of respiration had made her believe he couldn't and wouldn't be safed. Obviously – and fortunately she had been wrong.
"Can we see him?"
The doctor gazed at his watch and looked back at the two of them with a sad look.
"Not today. He's still sedated and he won't wake up before tommorrow morning. You can't do anything for him tonight and I can't allow you to stay at ICU for the night – hospital policy, you know. It's for the best when you go home and take a rest. I will inform you immediately if anything changes or if he will wake up, but you can't do anything for him right here and right now."
Neither Faith nor Rose were rather comfortable with the doctor's proposal, but there wasn't much they could do about it. Struggling against the doctor's decision wouldn't help it, he would send them out of here either way. Faith nodded slightly and took Rose by her arm. She almost expected the to struggle against the grip, but she didn't. She didn't seem to really be here mentally any more, the relief had taken over her and she wasn't able to cope with anything else, but with the feeling of her son would recover and get well again.
"I'll take you home."
Faith whispered to her without getting a response and lead her out ouf the room.
"We will be back tomorrow morning."...
„How is he?"
Rose asked with a trembling voice. Faith gave her a look full of empathy and shrugged slightly.
"I don't know. I haven't spoken to a doctor, yet... I'm so sorry."
Rose looked at her directly all of a sudden.
"What for? It wasn't your fault."
Silence fell between them as Faith tried to find the right words.
"If only I had been quicker, if only I would've found out earlier... I could've..."
Rose interrupted her in a soft voice.
"Stop blaming yourself. You couldn't have done anything for protection. The girl wanted revenge, she would have done it either way, equal if you would've found out sooner or later."
There was no use in fighting with her and there was no use in taking the blame, too. It definitely wouldn't help. She just hoped and prayed for him to be okay. She had no chance to influence the events any more. It was all up to the doctors – and to Bosco. His mom sat down beside Faith and absent mindedly took a cigarette out of her purse. She caught the sad smile Faith gave her, but didn't understand. Faith pointed to the cigarette in her hand.
"It's a hospital."
Rose followed her look and realized what she was doing. She shortly laughed hysterically and put it away quickly.
"I'm just a little nervous."
She said excusingly and Faith gave her another – more encouraging – smile.
"It's okay."
There was nothing more to talk about . There was no use in it – talking about it wouldn't better the situation and it wouldn't change his current state. So they just sat there quiet, hanging on to their own thoughts – hoping, wishing and praying for Bosco to be allright and for the doctor to come and tell them so. But Rose seemed to need some information, needed to know what happened down there at vice – squad. Unlike Faith she hadn't been there, she hadn't seen him, she didn't know what Bosco had looked like, how bad the wound had been. She didn't know anything about her son's state and Faith had been the last to see him. So she needed to know what she had experienced – she needed to know about her son, desperately.
"Is he going to make it?"
She whispered almost soundlessly. Faith didn't look at her, she just couldn't. "I don't know."
"But you were there, you've seen him. Was he hurt badly?"
She was thinking about lying to her for a moment, just to calm her. She didn't want her to worry too much. But she knew it wasn't much of a use, the doctor would finally tell her – perhaps it was better she'd be prepared.
"It was pretty bad..."
She answered her desperate question almost soundlessly, but couldn't go on. She didn't know how to tell her about it. mostly because she didn't wanna remember the scene she had gone through earlier. She whished for nothing more but to put it behind her, to forget it, but Rose wouldn't let her.
"Please tell me, I need to know!"
Faith nodded slightly, giving in to her. She had a right to know it and although she wasn't willing to tell her at all, she tried none the less.
"He..."
She didn't get any further when Rose almost jumped out of the chair she was sitting in, as a doctor entered the room.
"Mrs. Boscorelli?"
"Yeah, that's me. You're my son's doctor?"
"Yes I am..."
He stopped and turned to Faith, giving her a questioning look.
"And you are?"
"Officer Faith Yokas, I'm his partner."
"Sorry, but I can only allow family members..."
Rose immediately interrupted the doctor.
"No, that's okay. I want her to stay."
"As you wish."
Rose wasn't willing to wait any longer and keep herself entangled in formalities, she wanted to know – now!
"So, how is he, doctor?"
"He was in a pretty bad shape when he arrived. His right lung had collapsed, he wasn't breathing and he had lost a lot of blood. We got him up for surgery and were able to remove the bullet and to stabilize the bloodloss. Due to the enormous impact of both – the wound and the surgery – he still isn't breathing. Therefor we sent him to ICU, but I'm positive that breathing will return to normal in a few days at the latest. It will take some time, but he'll fully recover."
"Thank god."
Rose whispered, sitting down again. She seemed more reliefed, than words could ever say, the expression on her face, the sudden relax – told so. Faith didn't feel any different.
From what she had seen, when she first found him, she hadn't had much hope he'd survive after all, she didn't even think about recovery. All of the blood, his still, lifeless body and the lack of respiration had made her believe he couldn't and wouldn't be safed. Obviously – and fortunately she had been wrong.
"Can we see him?"
The doctor gazed at his watch and looked back at the two of them with a sad look.
"Not today. He's still sedated and he won't wake up before tommorrow morning. You can't do anything for him tonight and I can't allow you to stay at ICU for the night – hospital policy, you know. It's for the best when you go home and take a rest. I will inform you immediately if anything changes or if he will wake up, but you can't do anything for him right here and right now."
Neither Faith nor Rose were rather comfortable with the doctor's proposal, but there wasn't much they could do about it. Struggling against the doctor's decision wouldn't help it, he would send them out of here either way. Faith nodded slightly and took Rose by her arm. She almost expected the to struggle against the grip, but she didn't. She didn't seem to really be here mentally any more, the relief had taken over her and she wasn't able to cope with anything else, but with the feeling of her son would recover and get well again.
"I'll take you home."
Faith whispered to her without getting a response and lead her out ouf the room.
"We will be back tomorrow morning."...