Chapter 6
The last thing I remember is being hit by that scum ball perp, taking him back to the station, and as Bosco and I were processing him, that's when everything went black.
And now, I'm lying here in the hospital, my head is throbbing...the doctor says I have a mild concussion. Nothing serious, but to be safe he's keeping me here overnight for observation.
I went down to the lobby a while back to call Christina. I told her to tell the kids that I was okay, and that everything was going to be just fine.
I lay back against the pillows, and tried to close my eyes and go to sleep. But the image of that perp's fist coming towards my head kept coming back to me, and soon, I was crying softly to myself, trying hard not to think about it.
"Faith?" I heard Bosco's voice, and lifted my head.
"Bos..." I sobbed.
"Ssh! It's okay...you're okay. Everything's gonna be okay." He whispered sitting down beside my bed.
"Faith, I brought you some magazines...Martha Stewart Living, Cosmo, and Good Housekeeping." He said passing them over to me.
"What, no Guns and Ammo?" I asked.
"They were out." Said Bosco, raising an eyebrow.
"Bosco, I want to thank you for being there for me today.... if you hadn't been there, it could've been a whole lot worse." I said.
"It's like we always say, whenever you need me, I'm always right here. Now you concentrate on getting better, I need you to come back to work quickly."
"Hey speaking of work, shouldn't you be there?" I asked.
"Swersky relieved me of duty for the rest of the day. If you're not back tomorrow, he's going to partner me up with Davis. Sully's off sick with the flu."
"Hey Bosco?"
"Yeah Faith?"
"Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" I asked. I didn't want to be alone.
"Sure thing...now come on, close those eyes." Said Bosco.
Bosco leaned over and pulled the blanket up over me. He then leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.
The last thing I remember before drifting off is hearing him whisper, "Sleep tight Faith...I love you."
