He once heard that being in a coma was like floating on a cloud or something. He wasn't really sure where he heard that, but that's not what it's like. It's a long dream you never wake up from. And everything that you can here becomes incorporated in the dream. The first few days the dream had revolved around the nurses taking his vitals and the sobs of Faith and his mother, but since then, the sobs had turned into stories.

He knew that he was on of three living being that knew what happened on that roof, and he would be lying if he wasn't afraid of Faith's future being in Cruz's hands. After all this time, Faith took a page from his book and killed a man in cold blood. If he could, he was sure that the thought would have made him shutter. Faith had always been his voice of reason, and that was one of the reason's he loved her. And he loved her. He had loved her for a very long time. He wasn't quite sure where it started. One day she handed him his coffee, just like he liked it, and he realized that she would be the only one for him. But she had a husband, and two wonderful children, kids he loved as if they were his own. And he swore to himself when he was still a boy that he would never cause a family to split up.

He never once even hinted to her his feelings. In fact, he slept with as many women as he could, in hopes his feelings would disappear. It never happened. The only woman he had slept with in those years that he actually tricked himself into caring for was that bitch Cruz. And looking back he was pretty sure that those were just feelings of transference. A female partner that he thought was looking out for him, of course he was wrong.

In the beginning, there were a lot of dreams about Mikey and his family, but in the past week his dreams had mostly centered around Faith. She had finally told him that Fred took the kids and left. If she had been paying attention to his heart monitor, she would have noticed the numbers picking up. She was lonely, and he hurt for her.

It was as though he could feel her come into the room. His dreams often changed at that moment. From the dark nightmares of his childhood, to lighthearted dreams of special memories of her, of 55 David and of Emily and Charlie. And then he listened. Although sometimes she was hard to hear, somehow she sounded muffled, he always tried to hear everything she said to him.

One night, three or four weeks after being shot she sat with him, crying her eyes out. It was hard being a detective, and it was hard driving around with someone other than him. She missed him. She missed him more than she missed Fred. "I guess it's lucky that you can't hear me, huh?"

Just than he squeezed her hand, "Boz, can you hear me?" Again, he squeezed her hand. She put her hand on her chest and started crying harder, it was becoming hard to breathe. She thought that this was never going to happen. She thought he would never wake up. "Ok, Boz, I'm going to go get the doctors. You just hold on." As she was walking to the door he started to open his eyes.

"Faith," he said, in a weak voice. "Faith, I love you."

TBC

Author's note... this is my first attempt at Third Watch fanfiction, please be kind and review. I don't own any of the characters, because if I did, Cruz would be shot and Bosco'd have his fine ass out of the street for me to gaze at.