Chapter 8

Faith was waiting in her car for Bosco to come out of physical therapy. It has been a few weeks since he got of the hospital, she tries as often as she can to see him.

It was the best part of her day when she saw him. There was just something about seeing him that always brought a smile to her.

As she was looking out her window, she saw Bosco coming down the stairs. She got out of her car and walked up to him.

"Hey Bos," she said, walking up to him. "Why don't I help you?" she replied, as she grabbed a hold of his arm.

He looked at her. "What? Don't you think I can walk down a few stairs by myself?"

"Bos… it's just…" she replied, as she looked into his eyes, she could see how much pain he still was in.

"Of course you can do it, Bosco, what was I thinking?" she spoke softly. "I'll meet you in the car."

She walked down a few steps when she heard Bosco calling her voice. She turned around. "I guess you need me after all?"

"I'll always need you, Faith," She runs to his side, and grabs his arm. "You will be able to do this on your own soon, but you need to take one step at a time. It is okay to ask for help. I know when I got shot, I didn't want to ask for help, but I knew that I should have asked for it."

He looked at her, and didn't say anything to her, but she knew what he meant, that was his way of saying thank you.

"I brought us some lunch, I thought you might be hungry," she replied, as they got into the car. "I'm starving."

Bosco and Faith were sitting in the living room of Rose's apartment. "So how is it living with your mom?"

"She's driving me crazy. I love her, but I can't wait until I am able to live on my own."

Faith laughed. "The offer still stands to stay at my place."

"I couldn't do that to you," Bosco responded. She looked at him. "It's pretty lonely at my apartment; you will actually be doing me a favor," He looked at her. "I would only stay at your place for a day or so."

"I think that is all I would be able to take of you," she said, as she hit him lightly on the shoulder.

"Don't hit me! I'm hurt."

Faith smiled. "I think you will survive." she said. "But Bosco really you can stay at my place as long as you want. If you don't mind sleeping in Emily's room."

"I can take the couch." he replied.

"There is no way you are taking the couch, Bos. You're still recovering." she replied. "So are you going to come to stay at my place or not?"

He laughed. "Fine… if you want to me to stay so desperately. I wouldn't want you to upset you," Bosco replied, with this smile on his face.

Faith got up from the couch. "Do you think your mom will be able to drive you to my place?" she asked.

"What do you need to clean the place for me?" he laughed. She didn't realize how much she had missed that laugh.

"Maybe," she said, grinning, as she waved goodbye to him.

Faith and Bosco were sitting on the couch and she was staring at him. She never thought that this would ever happen, that he would be sitting next to her, complaining about the movie they were watching because it was a chickflick.

"Why are you staring at me? You have been doing that a lot since I got here." he replied. She smiled. "I just can't believe that you are sitting next to me. I never thought that was going to happen. I was so scared that the doctors were right about you," she said, as tears started to fall down her cheeks.

He looked at her. "But they weren't," he said.

She nodded. "I know, but I can still see you lying there on the ground because of me. I didn't even recognize you." she replied, as she looked at Bosco, and could see that he was tense up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk about this. We are supposed to be watching this movie," she replied. He grabbed the remote, and turned off the TV.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, looking directly at him.

"You are always avoiding when I ask you about that night, so don't stop telling me everything. I need to know."

"But you don't need to know the details, you know it was bad," she answered. But it was more like she didn't want to relive that day again.

"Faith… I want to know. It is the only way that I can get over it."

"What are you a therapist now?" she said, laughing.

"Please, Faith… do it for me."

Faith looked at him, and could see that this was important to him. It was the least she could for him, seeing that he was the one that saved her life.

"Okay fine, Bos," She took a deep breath before she spoke.

"I didn't realize that you were shot first of all. I called your name over and over again. It wasn't until I turned you around that I realized you had been shot… I never thought it would be that bad, but it was." Bosco move closer to her, and grabbed her hand tightly to let her know that he was here.

She turned, and looked at him. "You stopped breathing for a few seconds. I had to give you CPR. I thought that I was going to lose you right there in the lounge. "Faith replied, as tears fall down her cheeks.

He wiped off her tears. "Don't cry. I don't like when you cry." She glanced at him.

"I was so scared that you were gone and that there would be nothing that anybody could do for you. I couldn't lose you. You are everything to me."

Faith stopped for a moment then begins again. "I told your mom about your shooting. It was the hardest thing that I had to do."

"You told her?" Bosco asked. Faith nodded. "I thought that if it came from anybody, it should come from me."

"Thank you."

Faith glanced at Bosco. "I can't talk about this anymore, I'm sorry," she said as she stood up, and walked over to the kitchen. "I'll make us some dinner."

Bosco walked over to the kitchen. "Thank you, Faith, for telling me. I know that I was hard for you to do,"

She looked up at him. "You do deserve to know, but, please, don't ever ask me about that day ever again. I want to forgot about it."

"Deal."

Four days later,

Faith and Bosco were sitting in the living room. He looked at her. "So how are you doing?"

"I'm doing well. I miss my kids terribly, but you being here has helped me a lot. It's seems hard to think that Fred got custody of them and it was all because of my job."

Bosco grabs her hand. "I know, Faith." She looked at him. "You don't understand how much I miss this, us talking like this," She never realizes how much she needed Bosco.

"Me too."

"So... Ma called me today to check up on me." Bosco replied. "She wanted to make sure that I was doing okay."

"She just worries about you and I can understand because I do the same thing. Every time I leave you to go to work, I worry if you are going to be okay," she replied, looking directly at him.

"I'm not weak!" Bosco replied. Faith smiled at him. "Bos, it's not because you are weak that I worry about you. It's just that I don't want to lose you again. I don't ever want to feel that way again."

Bosco stood up, and was started walking around without his cane.

"Bos, sit down now. The doctors said that it would be a while before, you can walk without your cane."

"I don't care what they say, I can do it," he said, throwing the cane away.

She watched as he took the first step, and saw that he was in pain. "Bos," she said, running to his side.

"Please don't hurt yourself," He looked at her. "If I need someone to look after me. I would have stay with Ma."

She looked at him. "If you don't want someone to care, then fine… go. Do what you want," she yelled, as she walked away from him, and he suddenly falls onto the floor.

She run back to his side, and held him in her arms. "It's going to be okay." He looked at her. "It's never going to be okay."

She layed next to Bosco for what seem like forever, but she didn't care. She just wanted to make everything all better for him, but there was nothing that she could for him, except be there for him.

He looked at her. "I think it will be best if I go back to Ma's house." Faith looked at him. "You know you are more than welcome to stay here."

"No… I don't want you to have to care for me." he replied, as he tried to stand up, she grabbed his arms, and helped him.

"But Bosco, I don't see it like that. I told you that I like you here. You are really helping me," she replied, as smile crept through her face.

"How I am helping you? By you having to look after me. I don't like anybody looking after me."

"Bos.. I know that. Do you know how lonely this apartment has been since Fred left with the kids? I didn't even have you to talk to because you were in a coma. So when you came to stay with me, it was like my life was finally getting better. I didn't mind coming home because you were here."

"But Faith."

Faith grabbed his hand. "I need you!"

He glanced at her. "You don't need me. Nobody needs me," he said, as he grabbed his cane, and walked into Emily's bedroom to get his clothes.

She walked into the bedroom. "Bos, please, don't do this."

He turned around to face her. "Thank you for letting me stay here. It has been great, but I think it would be best if I just leave. Can you call Ma to pick me?"

"I'll take you back, Bos. I don't want you to go, but I understand. But my offer still stands if you want to come back."

Bosco smiled up at her. "I don't deserve you."

Faith went up to him, and put her arms around him. She wants him to know that she is here for him. "Of course you deserve me, who else would have you?" she laughing. He smiled at her. She grabbed his bag.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Faith was sitting in her car, as she watched Bosco go back into Rose's apartment. She never realized how much she needed Bosco and how important he was in her life. Today, she realized how much he means to her. She loves him and not just as a friend, but as more.

So she didn't want to go back to her apartment, as it would be empty without him there. Those 4 days him living with her were the best days in her life and she didn't want to come back to being on her own. She wanted to be with him.