Someone Like You
Disclaimer: I don't own Third Watch or it's characters.
Summary: Bosco reflect about his life since the shooting, and how it has changes.
Author's Note: I would like to thank Lia for helping me with this story, it means a lot to me
They say that one act can change someone's life, and I never thought that I was true, but that is what happened to me the day that saved Faith's life.
I touched the bandage where the scar is. Ma and Faith tell me that it is not that bad, but I know that they are just trying to be nice. I look ugly now. I never been one to care about what I look like, but I knew that I was at least good looking, but now that is all gone because of these bullets.
I can't even use my Boscorelli charm on any of the nurses. They just smile at me, but they don't flirt with me, like women use to do with me all the time. I know it is because of this scar. People can say it's not but I know it is.
I know if I was in the same situation, I would run as fast as I could if I saw someone like me.
Is this my payback for being such a jerk for so many years?
Every time I see a police officer walking down the corridors of the hospital, I think to myself that should be me. I should be out there in the street, doing my job, not being in this hospital. What is going to happen if I can't be a police officer anymore? Because that's who Maurice Boscorelli is – a cop – and it was the only damn thing that I was really good at.
I move slightly in the bed, and all I can feel is pain, I never feel like this before. The doctors say that I will be able to go home soon, but I have to see a neurologist before they will release me.
What if the neurologist doesn't think I am ready to leave the hospital? What if I never leave here, and I can never go back to being a cop? What will my life became then. I have to go back to work.. no... I need to, that is what I've done for 13 years.
Just make sure you show her your good side
I still remember what Faith said earlier in the day, I know she didn't mean it as an insult but I can help but think – what if I don't have my good looks, what do I have?
I got nothing; it is not like I'm a gentleman or anything.
Four bullets that is all that it took to ruin my life, I can see remember the moment that I saw the gunmen. I didn't even think of what would happen to me all I cared about was Faith.
Would I do the same thing again? Yes, I would do anything for her.
She comes to see me as often as she can. I know that she is only here to see me because she thinks she has to be because I saved her life, not because she wants to. It's not like anybody else comes by. It's like they have all forgot about me and moved on with their lives.
Bosco who?
I'm sure that I would do the same thing in their situation, I know it is depressing to see someone they knew, who is now a weak person, I know I'm not the same person that I was before the shooting, it is not just the scar that makes me different. It is everything. My whole life has change, 7 months of my life has been spent in this hospital. I'm sure at work that I've probably been replaced by some recent hot shot academy graduate. I know my locker is probably empty, like I was never there. I'm sure most of the people there will be happy to forgot about me like I never existed.
The hardest thing to deal with is to know that that there is someone else in 55 David, that was our car for 12 years, even when I was partnered with Monroe. But that is never going to happen again, not now that Faith is a detective, even if I am able to go back to work, it is never going to be the same like it was before, I will have to get a new partner, it will be like I am starting over again.
But I can never start over again, I will always be damaged.