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Chapter 3: Home

It's 2 weeks later; Cruz can finally go home and has been set up with a portable chemo treatment. She won't be going back to work until the chemo is done and even then it's dangerous.

Cruz pulled her blanket tighter around her. It was 30 degrees inside but she was still cold. "Bosco, thanks for driving me home" Bosco nodded "No problem, you sure you don't need anything?" "Actually, could you grab me a glass of water please?" Bosco went into her kitchen and grabbed it for her. She took it gratefully when he returned "Thanks" Bosco gently pushed her hair back "You're sure you're ok?" Cruz nodded "Just tired" She let her head fall back against her pillow I'm so glad to be home she thought to herself. Bosco hated to leave her but he had to go to work. "Cruz, I have my cell phone on if you need anything ok?" She nodded, wishing he wouldn't treat her like this; it made her feel so childish. He turned and flicked the lights out as he left. She rolled over in her bed and tried to sleep. Her skin burned from being in bed for so long but she didn't have the strength to get up. She closed her eyes and fell into a fitful sleep.

Bosco anxiously fingered his cell phone, he wanted her to call, he wanted to know that she was alright. Faith turned to look at him again. "Bosco, please, tell me what's going on" He stared at her for a while then said "Fine, look Faith, Cruz has leukemia. I went to her appointments with her I just don't want her to be alone." Faith looked as though someone had slammed her over the head with a brick, which Bosco thought might be a good idea after what she had said about Cruz. "Bosco…I didn't know" Bosco nodded "Well, maybe you should think before you open your mouth to insult her again" Faith was dumbstruck and Bosco was proud, he had stood up for Cruz and he knew he had done the right thing…for once.

Cruz gently felt her throat, it was constricted and swollen. Her throat was tight, making it hard to swallow. I need a drink; she gently pushed herself up out of bed and swung her legs over the bed. So far, so good. She grabbed her glass and went into the kitchen. Her head pounded so she grabbed some aspirin and made her way to the living room. The doctor had told her to drink a lot to make sure she didn't get de hydrated from being sick. She flicked on Oprah and sat down to relax.

Bosco finished work right at 11:00 and hurried back to Cruz's apartment. He was slightly worried, she hadn't called him for anything. He unlocked the door with the key Cruz had given him and pushed open the door. Cruz was sprawled on the couch, sleeping. Bosco smiled sympathetically but it hurt him to see her like this, she was so weak. She hadn't done anything all day and here she was asleep again. He gently lifted her in his arms and carried her back to her bedroom.

He could feel her ribs through her t shirt I have to get her to eat something, she must have lost 10 pounds As he carried her Cruz shifted and opened her eyes "Hey" she said softly. He smiled gently "How you feeling?" She shrugged as he set her down on the bed "Tired" "Cruz, you need to eat something, you're losing weight" Cruz nodded "I know, but I'm just to tired and anyways whatever I eat won't stay down for long." Bosco sat down beside her and helped her lie down. He wasn't going to force her to do anything, not while she was like this.

(A/N) Nothing really happened in this chap but I promise the next one will be better!