RATED R for violence, sexual situations, rape
RULES AND BROKEN TRUST
Chapter 2
"Bosco, what happened?" Vinny crouched down and gently rolled him over. He noted a rather deep laceration above Bosco's right eye, and another one across his right cheekbone. When he realized he was unconscious, he checked for a pulse, even though he saw the rise and falling of his chest. Standing, he swiftly checked the stalls to make sure the restroom was empty, than went for help.
"Hey, radio for an ambulance! I have an off duty officer down!" He shouted half-panicked at the first person he came into contact with, a passing security guard.
The guard nodded in understanding, and immediately got on his radio calling for help as Vinny speedily returned to Bosco.
He squatted back down over Bosco's beaten body. "Bosco, can you hear me?" He anxiously questioned, "Come on man wake up!"
The guard came running in seeing the situation and called for back up. He walked over behind Vinny and peered over his shoulder at Bosco.
"What happened? Is he okay?" The concerned guard questioned.
"I don't know. He left his seat to use the restroom. I came looking for him, and found him like this," Vinny said looking up answering.
"You know him?" The guard asked examining him suspiciously.
"Yeah, he's my partner," Vinny said looking down at Bosco. "We're NYPD."
"I need to see some ID," the guard asked extending his hand out, keeping his other hand on his nightstick.
"Sure, no problem," Vinny responded reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his badge and wallet, holding his shield up for the guard to read.
"Okay, what about his," he asked as he made sure it was real, checking the name against the license inside his wallet.
Vinny carefully checked Bosco's pockets, finding his wallet missing. "No, it's gone."
"Anything else missing?" The guard asked. "Watch, rings, necklace..."
"Um, I don't see...yeah, his watch is gone, but I don't remember anything else," he replied.
"Come on Bosco, hang in there," he looked up at the guard, "Where the hell are the EMT's?"
"They'll be here," the guard replied. "Just takes a minute to get around here, you know?"
"Yeah," Vinny replied, looking down again at his partner. "Damn it!"
"Hey, I'm sure he's going to be alright," the guard started, then the door burst open and more guards, with NJPD came through the door, seeing them there, "Hey, guy got mugged, He's on the job. EMT's been called. This guy is his partner, Vetresco."
"See who did it?" One of the officers asked him.
"No, I came in after it happened," Vinny replied. "He was only in here a couple of minutes, I didn't see anyone."
He looked shaken, as the officer asked him, "What's his name?"
"Boscorelli, we're out of the 5-5," he replied. The EMT's came through the doors at that time.
"What happened?" One of the medics questioned, setting her bag down next to Bosco. It was getting to be the question of the evening, and Vinny was starting to lose his patience.
"What happened? I'll tell you what happened, he got his head bashed! That's what happened! What the hell does it look like to you?" He quickly stood up. "You going to ask me more stupid questions or are you going to see about my partner? For Christ's sake he's bleedin'!"
The other officers moved toward him, "Hey, calm down okay, they didn't mean anything, just lets move out of their way, let them work."
Vinny took a deep breath. "Sorry," he commented before he stepped aside as the EMT's went to work on Bosco.
"That's okay," the officer said trying to calm him, "I'd be the same way if it was my partner."
"Looks like he took a good one to his left cheek, deep, and another to his eyebrow, get me a couple of pressure dressings," said Romano, the older male EMT.
"Here," replied Samuels, his partner handing him the package. "I'll start the vitals." She was checking his eyes, while Romano started moving his hands over Bosco's chest and back, checking for any other damage.
"Looks like he was struck more than once," he remarked pulling the jersey loose from his jeans,
"Yep, damn, couple of more times, might have a broken rib, lets turn him," he and Samuels gently rolled Bosco over before Romano commented, "Yep, another one on his back." Shaking his head, "Damn fella, he got you good!"
Looking up he remarked, "Johnson, you got to catch this guy, this is the second one tonight! Six in the last month! Somebody's going to get killed!"
"Yeah, tell me about it," Johnson, the NJPD groaned. "Bastards always pick the same type too, small guys. Use the same thing on them, we think it's a pipe, but no one can identify them, gets them when their backs are turned. This is the worst though, and a cop to boot! Mayor's gonna have all our asses, especially when Bloomberg gets up his ass!"
"You guys telling me he ain't the first?" barked Vinny. "Why isn't there a warning out? Let somebody know! He wouldn't have been alone if there was!" Vinny completely disregarded the fact that knowing someone like that was out there would have actually been a challenge for Bosco.
"We wanted to put out a warning, but the management was scared of bad publicity," replied Johnson sarcastically, "Can't wait to hear them try to cover this one up!"
Vinny was ready to throttle someone, and just as he started to comment on their idiocy, a grown escaped Bosco's lips as he began to come to.
"Hey, welcome back," Romano told him. "Take it easy, you got quite a knock there."
Bosco was looking at him, confused, "How...what?" He put his hand up to his face, "Aaaa," he decided that wasn't such a good idea, dropping his hand again limply.
"You got mugged," Samuels added, "and no, I wouldn't touch that if I was you." Samuels looked at Romano, "His vitals are stable, pulse is a little fast, but okay." She sat back, "You know where you are?"
Bosco rolled his head, cringing at the pain that ripped through him. "On the floor," he said it a barely audible whisper.
Samuels looked up at Romano, who laughed, "Hey, you asked the question! No, she means do you know.."
"I know what she means," Bosoc groaned, he looked around him, orientating himself, "Football game."
"Good, well I guess he'll live," Romano looked up at Vinny, "We'll take him in, get him looked at..."
"NO," Bosco grunted loudly as he weakly tried to sit up, "No hospital. I'm fine."
"Man, fine you are not," Samuels put her hand on his shoulder preventing him from rising, "You were hit a couple of good ones with a metal pipe or some kind of weapon. You might have something broken, and you sure as hell need stitches!"
"NO HOSPITAL!" Bosco yelled as he pushed her hand off. "I said I'm fine!" He sat up, looking at the blood on his hand, he closed his eyes a moment in pain, "I'll be okay. If I need to I'll go to my doctor tomorrow."
Taking a ragged breath, wincing as he moved his right arm, he pulled his jersey down into place with his left hand. "I'm fine," he mumbled sounding as if he was trying to convince himself. Then he looked up seeing the group of cops and guards standing there, most had left to look for the suspect or suspects, but there was still a handful that remained behind.
He turned red in the face, and then added, "I just want to go home, okay?" When he spotted Vinny, he looked even more upset. Trying now to get up, the EMT's backing away from him as he rose.
"Sir, are you refusing treatment?" Samuels asked, concern in her voice, "I can't stop you, but I strongly recommend..."
"YEAH, I'm refusing treatment," Bosco was grimacing in pain, trying to remain upright, leaning on the urinal behind him, "I'll sign, just leave me alone, okay!"
"Okay," Samuels got the paperwork out, "Just sign here," she sighed, looking at Vinny for help.
"Bosco, man maybe you ought to go with..." Vinny tried.
"NO!" Bosco yelled, "I'M LEAVING!"
"Okay, okay, take it easy," Vinny frowned at him, "Just trying to help you."
Bosco didn't look at him, he signed the papers, and then asked, "Can I go now?"
"Sure, you're done here, might want to make a police report though," Romano said, "You're not the only one who's been mugged like this." Then he made a huge mistake by adding, "Five other little guys like you have been hit with the same weapon, might help if you got involved; being a cop an all." Bosco gave him a glare, he was shaking with pain, embarrasment, and anger, "NOT MY PROBLEM!" Then he pushed his way through the others and banged open the door, pausing as he became dizzy, holding the frame, then standing straight again he was gone, the door swing closed behind him.
"Kind of a touchy little guy, ain't he?" Johnson remarked watching as the door swung shut, then turned to Vinny, "See if you can get him to make it his problem, okay?" "Sure," Vinny distractedly said, following Bosco out.
"Hey, wait up!" Vinny caught up with Bosco, "Where the hell you going in such a hurry? I got the keys remember?"
Bosco glanced his way, then, "Fuck this shit! Want me to help them. LITTLE GUYS like me!? What the fucks up with that shit!! Guy hit me from behind, had nothing to do with anything but some bastards didn't do their fucking job!!!" "Hey, don't let it worry you, okay?" Vinny, "Guy's an asshole, but he's right, you need to make a report, bastards stole your wallet and your watch, or didn't you notice, being so busy leaving an all!" Bosco paused, "I noticed, I also noticed all the assholes standing around, instead of finding my shit!" Then he started forward again, stopped, shaking his head, his eyes becoming glazed.
"HEY, you okay?" Vinny grabbed him as he nearly fell over, "Come on, you need to go to the hospital." Bosco grabbed his arm, "NO HOSPITAL!! Just want to go home, okay? Please, I'll be fine, it's not the first time." He was shaking, his voice weak, "Vinny, man come on, okay, just take me home."
He was looking up at Vinny, his eyes pleading with him, "Bosco, don't okay? That ain't gonna work with me like it does with Lieu," then rolling his eyes, "Oh hell, alright, but I'm not leaving you alone, I'll stay on the couch, just incase, and if you say no, I'm taking you to Mercy an you can deal with Procter instead!"
"Oh, hell, no, no Proctor!" Bosco tried to laugh, as Vinny began to help him to the exit, "Please, anything but her, she's got cold hands! And Mary scares me!" Vinny started to laugh, "Oh I am soo going to tell her that, next time I see her!"
"Hey, you're suppose to like ME okay, Partner!" Bosco cracked, "Be on my side! Hell right now, except for Sasha and maybe Ty you're the only one who is!" Then he grew serious, as his words reminded him of his work situation, and the reason's for it. He grew quiet, Vinny looking down at him, "I am on your side, and I do like you, I just love you to death!" he laughed, seeing Bosco get serious. "Yeah, I like you too, partner," Bosco was getting loopy again, the pain in his side and back taking over, "But love...naaa! That could take years!!" Vinny laughed at his joke, "Na, won't take that long, you'll see, soon you'll be sending me flowers, you'll love me so much!" Bosco laughed, then as they reached the parking lot, he stopped, bent over trying to catch his breath, the long walk out of the staduim had taken it's toll on his beaten body.
"Vinny," he panted, "I don't think I can walk all the way the hell across that parking lot, you go get the car, I'll wait here." "Bosco, I'm not leaving you here, come on," he put his arm around him, holding him up and Bosco put his arm around Vinny's back, then they made their way to the car, by the time they reached it, Bosco was nearly out again.
Vinny opened the back door, helping him into the car, Bosco crawled in on his hands and knees, lying across the seat.
"You going to be okay back there?" Vinny asked worriedly. "anhana," Bosco mumbled, "mmfmme." "Yeah, you sound fine," Vinny replied, then looking around him, he looked back at Bosco, "Wait..."
Going into the front seat, he reached into the glove compartment, taking something out. Leaning over the seat, "Here, take this, it'll help with the pain," he tried to hand him a pill. "Whatissnntt," Bosco muttered. "Just a pain pill," Vinny said, "Not much stronger than aspirin, really, come on take it, help with the bumpy ride home..." Bosco reached out an took the pill from him, not bothering to look at it, put it in his mouth, swallowing. Vinny nodded, then he got out of the car, closed the back door, returning to the front seat, starting the car. Looking at him a moment in the rear view mirror, then turning back forward, he drove them away from the stadium.
TBC...
RULES AND BROKEN TRUST
Chapter 2
"Bosco, what happened?" Vinny crouched down and gently rolled him over. He noted a rather deep laceration above Bosco's right eye, and another one across his right cheekbone. When he realized he was unconscious, he checked for a pulse, even though he saw the rise and falling of his chest. Standing, he swiftly checked the stalls to make sure the restroom was empty, than went for help.
"Hey, radio for an ambulance! I have an off duty officer down!" He shouted half-panicked at the first person he came into contact with, a passing security guard.
The guard nodded in understanding, and immediately got on his radio calling for help as Vinny speedily returned to Bosco.
He squatted back down over Bosco's beaten body. "Bosco, can you hear me?" He anxiously questioned, "Come on man wake up!"
The guard came running in seeing the situation and called for back up. He walked over behind Vinny and peered over his shoulder at Bosco.
"What happened? Is he okay?" The concerned guard questioned.
"I don't know. He left his seat to use the restroom. I came looking for him, and found him like this," Vinny said looking up answering.
"You know him?" The guard asked examining him suspiciously.
"Yeah, he's my partner," Vinny said looking down at Bosco. "We're NYPD."
"I need to see some ID," the guard asked extending his hand out, keeping his other hand on his nightstick.
"Sure, no problem," Vinny responded reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his badge and wallet, holding his shield up for the guard to read.
"Okay, what about his," he asked as he made sure it was real, checking the name against the license inside his wallet.
Vinny carefully checked Bosco's pockets, finding his wallet missing. "No, it's gone."
"Anything else missing?" The guard asked. "Watch, rings, necklace..."
"Um, I don't see...yeah, his watch is gone, but I don't remember anything else," he replied.
"Come on Bosco, hang in there," he looked up at the guard, "Where the hell are the EMT's?"
"They'll be here," the guard replied. "Just takes a minute to get around here, you know?"
"Yeah," Vinny replied, looking down again at his partner. "Damn it!"
"Hey, I'm sure he's going to be alright," the guard started, then the door burst open and more guards, with NJPD came through the door, seeing them there, "Hey, guy got mugged, He's on the job. EMT's been called. This guy is his partner, Vetresco."
"See who did it?" One of the officers asked him.
"No, I came in after it happened," Vinny replied. "He was only in here a couple of minutes, I didn't see anyone."
He looked shaken, as the officer asked him, "What's his name?"
"Boscorelli, we're out of the 5-5," he replied. The EMT's came through the doors at that time.
"What happened?" One of the medics questioned, setting her bag down next to Bosco. It was getting to be the question of the evening, and Vinny was starting to lose his patience.
"What happened? I'll tell you what happened, he got his head bashed! That's what happened! What the hell does it look like to you?" He quickly stood up. "You going to ask me more stupid questions or are you going to see about my partner? For Christ's sake he's bleedin'!"
The other officers moved toward him, "Hey, calm down okay, they didn't mean anything, just lets move out of their way, let them work."
Vinny took a deep breath. "Sorry," he commented before he stepped aside as the EMT's went to work on Bosco.
"That's okay," the officer said trying to calm him, "I'd be the same way if it was my partner."
"Looks like he took a good one to his left cheek, deep, and another to his eyebrow, get me a couple of pressure dressings," said Romano, the older male EMT.
"Here," replied Samuels, his partner handing him the package. "I'll start the vitals." She was checking his eyes, while Romano started moving his hands over Bosco's chest and back, checking for any other damage.
"Looks like he was struck more than once," he remarked pulling the jersey loose from his jeans,
"Yep, damn, couple of more times, might have a broken rib, lets turn him," he and Samuels gently rolled Bosco over before Romano commented, "Yep, another one on his back." Shaking his head, "Damn fella, he got you good!"
Looking up he remarked, "Johnson, you got to catch this guy, this is the second one tonight! Six in the last month! Somebody's going to get killed!"
"Yeah, tell me about it," Johnson, the NJPD groaned. "Bastards always pick the same type too, small guys. Use the same thing on them, we think it's a pipe, but no one can identify them, gets them when their backs are turned. This is the worst though, and a cop to boot! Mayor's gonna have all our asses, especially when Bloomberg gets up his ass!"
"You guys telling me he ain't the first?" barked Vinny. "Why isn't there a warning out? Let somebody know! He wouldn't have been alone if there was!" Vinny completely disregarded the fact that knowing someone like that was out there would have actually been a challenge for Bosco.
"We wanted to put out a warning, but the management was scared of bad publicity," replied Johnson sarcastically, "Can't wait to hear them try to cover this one up!"
Vinny was ready to throttle someone, and just as he started to comment on their idiocy, a grown escaped Bosco's lips as he began to come to.
"Hey, welcome back," Romano told him. "Take it easy, you got quite a knock there."
Bosco was looking at him, confused, "How...what?" He put his hand up to his face, "Aaaa," he decided that wasn't such a good idea, dropping his hand again limply.
"You got mugged," Samuels added, "and no, I wouldn't touch that if I was you." Samuels looked at Romano, "His vitals are stable, pulse is a little fast, but okay." She sat back, "You know where you are?"
Bosco rolled his head, cringing at the pain that ripped through him. "On the floor," he said it a barely audible whisper.
Samuels looked up at Romano, who laughed, "Hey, you asked the question! No, she means do you know.."
"I know what she means," Bosoc groaned, he looked around him, orientating himself, "Football game."
"Good, well I guess he'll live," Romano looked up at Vinny, "We'll take him in, get him looked at..."
"NO," Bosco grunted loudly as he weakly tried to sit up, "No hospital. I'm fine."
"Man, fine you are not," Samuels put her hand on his shoulder preventing him from rising, "You were hit a couple of good ones with a metal pipe or some kind of weapon. You might have something broken, and you sure as hell need stitches!"
"NO HOSPITAL!" Bosco yelled as he pushed her hand off. "I said I'm fine!" He sat up, looking at the blood on his hand, he closed his eyes a moment in pain, "I'll be okay. If I need to I'll go to my doctor tomorrow."
Taking a ragged breath, wincing as he moved his right arm, he pulled his jersey down into place with his left hand. "I'm fine," he mumbled sounding as if he was trying to convince himself. Then he looked up seeing the group of cops and guards standing there, most had left to look for the suspect or suspects, but there was still a handful that remained behind.
He turned red in the face, and then added, "I just want to go home, okay?" When he spotted Vinny, he looked even more upset. Trying now to get up, the EMT's backing away from him as he rose.
"Sir, are you refusing treatment?" Samuels asked, concern in her voice, "I can't stop you, but I strongly recommend..."
"YEAH, I'm refusing treatment," Bosco was grimacing in pain, trying to remain upright, leaning on the urinal behind him, "I'll sign, just leave me alone, okay!"
"Okay," Samuels got the paperwork out, "Just sign here," she sighed, looking at Vinny for help.
"Bosco, man maybe you ought to go with..." Vinny tried.
"NO!" Bosco yelled, "I'M LEAVING!"
"Okay, okay, take it easy," Vinny frowned at him, "Just trying to help you."
Bosco didn't look at him, he signed the papers, and then asked, "Can I go now?"
"Sure, you're done here, might want to make a police report though," Romano said, "You're not the only one who's been mugged like this." Then he made a huge mistake by adding, "Five other little guys like you have been hit with the same weapon, might help if you got involved; being a cop an all." Bosco gave him a glare, he was shaking with pain, embarrasment, and anger, "NOT MY PROBLEM!" Then he pushed his way through the others and banged open the door, pausing as he became dizzy, holding the frame, then standing straight again he was gone, the door swing closed behind him.
"Kind of a touchy little guy, ain't he?" Johnson remarked watching as the door swung shut, then turned to Vinny, "See if you can get him to make it his problem, okay?" "Sure," Vinny distractedly said, following Bosco out.
"Hey, wait up!" Vinny caught up with Bosco, "Where the hell you going in such a hurry? I got the keys remember?"
Bosco glanced his way, then, "Fuck this shit! Want me to help them. LITTLE GUYS like me!? What the fucks up with that shit!! Guy hit me from behind, had nothing to do with anything but some bastards didn't do their fucking job!!!" "Hey, don't let it worry you, okay?" Vinny, "Guy's an asshole, but he's right, you need to make a report, bastards stole your wallet and your watch, or didn't you notice, being so busy leaving an all!" Bosco paused, "I noticed, I also noticed all the assholes standing around, instead of finding my shit!" Then he started forward again, stopped, shaking his head, his eyes becoming glazed.
"HEY, you okay?" Vinny grabbed him as he nearly fell over, "Come on, you need to go to the hospital." Bosco grabbed his arm, "NO HOSPITAL!! Just want to go home, okay? Please, I'll be fine, it's not the first time." He was shaking, his voice weak, "Vinny, man come on, okay, just take me home."
He was looking up at Vinny, his eyes pleading with him, "Bosco, don't okay? That ain't gonna work with me like it does with Lieu," then rolling his eyes, "Oh hell, alright, but I'm not leaving you alone, I'll stay on the couch, just incase, and if you say no, I'm taking you to Mercy an you can deal with Procter instead!"
"Oh, hell, no, no Proctor!" Bosco tried to laugh, as Vinny began to help him to the exit, "Please, anything but her, she's got cold hands! And Mary scares me!" Vinny started to laugh, "Oh I am soo going to tell her that, next time I see her!"
"Hey, you're suppose to like ME okay, Partner!" Bosco cracked, "Be on my side! Hell right now, except for Sasha and maybe Ty you're the only one who is!" Then he grew serious, as his words reminded him of his work situation, and the reason's for it. He grew quiet, Vinny looking down at him, "I am on your side, and I do like you, I just love you to death!" he laughed, seeing Bosco get serious. "Yeah, I like you too, partner," Bosco was getting loopy again, the pain in his side and back taking over, "But love...naaa! That could take years!!" Vinny laughed at his joke, "Na, won't take that long, you'll see, soon you'll be sending me flowers, you'll love me so much!" Bosco laughed, then as they reached the parking lot, he stopped, bent over trying to catch his breath, the long walk out of the staduim had taken it's toll on his beaten body.
"Vinny," he panted, "I don't think I can walk all the way the hell across that parking lot, you go get the car, I'll wait here." "Bosco, I'm not leaving you here, come on," he put his arm around him, holding him up and Bosco put his arm around Vinny's back, then they made their way to the car, by the time they reached it, Bosco was nearly out again.
Vinny opened the back door, helping him into the car, Bosco crawled in on his hands and knees, lying across the seat.
"You going to be okay back there?" Vinny asked worriedly. "anhana," Bosco mumbled, "mmfmme." "Yeah, you sound fine," Vinny replied, then looking around him, he looked back at Bosco, "Wait..."
Going into the front seat, he reached into the glove compartment, taking something out. Leaning over the seat, "Here, take this, it'll help with the pain," he tried to hand him a pill. "Whatissnntt," Bosco muttered. "Just a pain pill," Vinny said, "Not much stronger than aspirin, really, come on take it, help with the bumpy ride home..." Bosco reached out an took the pill from him, not bothering to look at it, put it in his mouth, swallowing. Vinny nodded, then he got out of the car, closed the back door, returning to the front seat, starting the car. Looking at him a moment in the rear view mirror, then turning back forward, he drove them away from the stadium.
TBC...