Okay so I got mad, and I wanted to update. Don't ask me how that worked
out to be but that's just it did lol
So remember au meaning alternative uniervse, characters are different from
what we all know and love but you all smart don't think I have to keep
reminding you so I think that will be the last time I'll say that, yes.
Once again thanks to Malinda you are great incorrecting my stuff ;) and to all those thank you so much for your nice and wonderful replies I owe you
one. So THANK YOU!
Enjoy your new chapter.
Chapter 2-Two Worlds Collide
"You ever going to learn to stop doing crime, Louis?
"You ever going to learn to shut your mouth?" Bosco snapped back.
"Ohhhh temper, temper." Faith's partner said looking back into the gate that guarded them from their prisoner.
Faith was driving the RMP, while her partner Ross sat in the passenger side, and of course Maurice "Louis" Boscorelli sat handcuffed in the back.
"I just don't understand, don't you ever get tired of being in handcuffs?" Faith asked looking into the rear view mirror watching as he turned his eyes out the window feeling her gaze on him.
Ross looked at his partner then into the back and then turned his head to Faith.
"He's exercising his rights for 'once' and remaining silent."
"Blow me." Bosco snapped his head around and then glared at Ross after making the comment.
At this comment instead of getting angry or annoyed both officers smiled. As Faith turned into the 55th Precinct she spoke.
"There's are happy little trooper."
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Faith finished up some paperwork she had fallen behind on that had to do with an accident Ross and herself had responded to. As she was walking out to leave the Precinct for the night she happened to catch a glance at the holding cell.
Stopping she walked in, the duty desk officer only looking up to see who was coming in then was back to his own work.
"Rick, did Boscorelli already get out?"
Not looking up "Yep, not more then 15 minutes ago."
It amazed her how quickly how trouble makers, criminals, like Boscorelli could get out without a harsh sentence, even after breaking a windshield on a RMP.
Faith, not needing to be there anymore turned around and walked out.
The warm air hit her face but a cold breeze followed wiping her hair back. She then started down the street, waving at a few cops here and there that where going on duty. As she walked down the street and passed an alley she heard yelling and if she didn't think her mind was playing games on her she could of sworn she heard a snapping sound.
Hearing this she pulled out her off duty weapon and did not waste anytime making it down the alley. The scene that laid before her was a young man on the ground his hands over him trying to protect the blows that the other male was giving him with a baseball bat. The brown yellowish looking bat had visible blood on as it came in contact with the victim.
"Freeze."
The man dropped the bat hearing this but spun around on his heel and took off. Faith had to make a decision, follow the guy and leave the guy in his own blood, or get the man help. Her choice was to stay with him, he wasn't sounding like he could be left alone for to long. So Faith put her gun away and bent down.
"Sir, can you hear me?"
She dared not move him in case of further injuring him.
"If you can hear me sir, I'm going to go and get help, you hang on."
Ball to the walls Faith turned around running to get some help. The one good thing about it happening close to the Precinct, the firehouse was right across the street. The medics she knew would be more then likely be there since they stationed with the FDNY or she hoped they would be there, not on a run.
Coming up on the station some of the firefighters saw her and recognizing her, met her as she came up off the street.
"I need," taking in a deep breath in "medics, somebody is hurt." With quick steps, one firefighter was running up the steps to get one of the medics.
The thunder of the weight of the adults coming down the stairs brought Faith's attention to see who it was.
"What happened Faith?"
Bobby Caffey and Kim Zambrano had come down with their red bags Bobby asking as he began to follow Faith who was now showing them where their patients was.
"Walked pass some guy getting beat up pretty badly over here." Pointing her finger as she explained walking across the street.
The firefighters had joined up, following closely behind just in case they where to be needed.
John Sullivan across the Precinct who was just walking out to go home noticed the little parade of the one cop, EMS, and FDNY.
"What you thinks going on?"
Sully shrugged at his young partners question.
"Not sure, lets follow and see."
55-Charlie had just joined the other familiar emergency workers just as Bobby and Kim where dropping to their knees and turning the patient over when they turned Faith's attention away.
"What's going on Faith?"
Stepping back she looked at Sully who asked the question.
"Looks like this guy was getting the piss beat out of him, baseball bat and everything."
Davis who was watching with interest the entire time had just recognized where he had seen that face before. Pointing his index finger he got the other two experienced officers attention by asking a question.
"Isn't that the guy who smashed our windshield?"
Spinning around, Faith looked at his face, checking out what Davis was asking about. She hadn't even noticed it was him, Faith really hadn't the best view anyways, since Sully distracted her and she hadn't moved him so she couldn't of have known. But there Maurice Boscorelli laying, instead of being in a holding cell, on the ground bleeding.
"Has a couple cracked ribs." Said Kim who had looked for it after seeing the discarded bat, assumed the man would have them.
"Yeah this guy is pretty beat up, where gonna need our bus." Bobby commented hoping one of the firefighters would get the drift and jump to it. Which didn't take long because Jimmy Doherty volunteered.
"I'll go get it." Running away as he called over his shoulder.
"Bobby he might have some internal bleeding."
"Can't be too sure, but he might."
By the time Kim had the I.V. in Bosco's arm Jimmy was backing up into the alleyway.
"Hey I think he is coming around."
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Boscorelli's world was coming to him slowly. Looking up the first thing he noticed was the three officers that he recognized immediately.
"This time it wasn't my fault and I didn't do anything against the law." He got out in a painful statement.
Kim smiled lightly while looking up at Faith.
"You know him?"
"Boscorelli is one of our regulars, aren't you?"
In visible pain from his ribs Bosco still could give her a small smirk.
"You know you still love me."
Faith let out a snort of laughter. "We love him so much he has a permanent spot in our RMP."
"Wouldn't be the same without me."
"That's for damn sure."
While Bosco and Faith had been talking to one another and entertaining those around, Kim had been putting the morphine in, which began to take effect quickly, and Bobby had already begun cleaning some of the blood off of Bosco's face or anywhere else visible.
By the time Bobby and Kim were loading Boscorelli into the ambulance he had slipped into unconsciousness once more. The small crowd dying down were walking away but Faith stayed, watching the medics getting into the bus.
"You coming?" asked Sully who was getting ready to leave himself.
For some reason, Faith wasn't sure where it came from but she felt this sadness and pity for leaving the guy alone. After all Faith could guess he was going to be by himself at that hospital and nobody to look out for him, besides, she didn't have anybody to go home to so why not?
"No, I have to uhhh," trying to think of an excuse so she didn't get anything from Sully "write a report about this incident, see you around Sul."
The medics who had been listening kept the back door open until they heard Faith get in and shut it behind her. Faith sat down out of the way as Bobby moved up to the front to drive to Mercy.
Kim writing up her report looked at Faith and then back down at her patient.
"You know the guy who beat him up?"
"Nope, but maybe I can find out."
The two looked at the man on the gurney and could only wonder what he had been through.
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Faith came walking out of the bathroom. It had been a while since they brought in Boscorelli into the hospital with cracked ribs and a few other bumps and bruises from the assault to his body. She was still trying to figure out why she had decided to come, but this quickly disappeared when Dr. Morales, or Sarah as they called her, walked up to her.
"Sorry I took so long, I had other patients that got me side track, pretty hectic around here."
"I bet, that's okay though. So..." Faith was trying to get the doctor to get back on the subject of Boscorelli.
"Well your boy does have some nice bruising, and a few cracked ribs, but they should heal nicely if he doesn't participate in anymore fights."
Faith must have given Sarah Morales a confused gesture of the mention of 'anymore fights.' Sure, Faith believed the boy had his fair share but for some reason something stuck out which caused the Dr. to nod her head for Faith to follow, which Faith did.
As they walked into the room that was occupied by other sleeping patients of his room, Faith found herself stopping and hesitating. Almost scared his reaction of her being there, wondering how he would be if she came walking in checking up on him.
Turning to see her not coming in, Dr. Morales knew what she was thinking and offered a supportive smile.
"Don't worry, out like a light from his pain medication." She winked at her turned back around as Faith then stepped in beside the bed as Dr. Morales unsnapped the robe that covered the man that lay before them and brought it down below his navel.
The gasp that escaped from Faith's mouth was quickly quieted when she threw her hand over lips trying to hide the shock and the horror of what she felt seeing those markings on his body. The knots formed quickly in her stomach, making her want to sit down, try and think this one out.
So much she had seen on the force, so much she knew, things she could prepare herself, but when she saw those horrible scars, she knew some of those couldn't be from fights. Faith could only feel nothing but pain for this man, knowing whatever childhood he had, it couldn't have been easy.
Looking down she begun to trace them over and over, knowing the very distinct ones and what they were probably made from.
"There are even more, but I don't want to move him around to much." With that said Dr. Morales put the gown back on him and straightened the covers. Just as she was about to say something more to Faith her beeper went off.
"Gotta run, take care."
"You to."
Watching as Sarah left, Faith turned around looked over at the other patient then shrugging pulled up a chair and sat down. Nothing better to do then wait.
(Few Hours Later)
The world came back to Bosco all to slowly for his liking. Everything was disoriented, blurry, like being in a dream you understood what was going on but not being able to make out the picture all to clearly. Trying to move just a bit, maybe try and get the image to come out better so he could see what was next to him but that only caused severe agony up and down his body causing him to let out a wheezing sound trying to hold it back. This only caused the person to awaken from the position of the uncomfortable chair.
Of all people, he did not think for one second, as the image cleared, Officer Mitchell would be sitting there.
"Christ woman, can't you leave me be, don't you have some family to go home to?"
He didn't care hurting her feelings, so when the hurt crossed her features he didn't think much of it, because all he wanted was to be home and left alone.
"No, I'm divorced."
Bosco shrugged slightly.
"Kids, surely you have some of those, you look like you would."
"Two, but they don't live with me."
Looking away, not sure how to react to waking up to an officer there, the same one that had arrested him countless times and for stupid stuff nonetheless. Having stared at the other side of the room long enough he finally turned his gaze back to his bed noticing no handcuffs, which meant he hadn't done nothing wrong, he looked at her.
"So I'm not handcuffed, why you here?"
"Don't know, just wanted to make sure, well" hesitating trying to think of something quick "....I wanted to see if you wanted to file charges."
She about kicked herself for that, 'real smooth, saying you worried about him, oh yeah he'll take that one without even thinking about it.' She watched for his reaction but all he did was blink his eyes slowly.
"Charges, for what?"
Faith almost had the urge to slap him upside the head for playing stupid.
"Charges on the guy who put you here, the reason you have cracked ribs."
"Do you have the guy?" Bosco asked quickly. Faith thinking she actually saw a bit of fear and concern.
"No, not that that I'm aware of." answering his question.
"Then drop it." snapping at her.
This just didn't make any sense to her. 'Why would he not want to press charges? Unless he was covering for them,' she thought. Just thinking of that peeked her interest even more, and now she to wanted to know who this guy was, no way in hell she could just 'drop it.'
"So, he's your friend?"
Bosco didn't answer.
"Oh okay keep going, your drug buddy, getting any warmer?" Still nothing from him.
"Drug dealer, come on, I have to be getting closer...." thinking she then smiled as she said it "your pimp."
"Jesus fucking Christ, yes he is my friend, no I don't want to press charges because he is my friend, you I would press charges against because you are annoying, you are not my friend and I DO NOT LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU WON'T LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE."
The patient next to him was woken by Boscorelli's uproar.
"Hey buddy can you keep it down."
Bosco snapped his head.
"Oh blow me."
Quickly the patient turned onto his side trying to avoid Bosco's death glare.
Faith stared down at her feet after the explosion from Boscorelli, feeling guilty that she had pushed him the way she had done.
After uneasy silence had gone by Faith finally cleared her throat looking up at him noticing that he was staring down at his feet.
"I just don't understand, if he's your friend, why would you let him do that to you?
Bosco shook his head. He just couldn't understand this woman, why she didn't leave him alone. Didn't he just make it clearly he didn't want her around, yet she sits there and asks another question. What was wrong with this picture, what did he have to do to get her the hell out of there.
"You just don't know when to quit do you?"
Just as Faith was about to reply a nurse walked in.
"I'm sorry, but your going to have to leave, your disturbing the other patients."
Faith stared at Bosco wondering if he had pushed it, maybe wondering if he would stop and tell the nurse he wanted her to stay, but that didn't happen and Faith got up pushing her chair aside and gathering her purse.
"Sorry, I'll leave."
As the nurse waited, and Bosco watched her silently up until as she began walking out.
"He's the only one I have." He said ever so softly, in a defeat tone, hoping maybe she didn't hear, but she stopped and turned back around.
"Excuse me?"
Staring at one another Bosco looked back down at his own feet.
"You asked, if he's my friend why would I let him do that, because," his eyes moving back and forth trying to think of the best answer and then he had it "he's the only one I got."
Faith just stood there and stared. She didn't know how to deal with this, how to relate to the man laying in the bed only a few feet away from her. He had just admitted he only had one friend and this friend beats the living hell out of him, and now all Faith wanted to do was make sure this friend never did anything like this ever again. Only the nurse cleared her throat getting irritated and with that, Faith turned back around glancing back one time before leaving completely.
Bosco, after admitting to only having one friend had not watched Faith leave. He couldn't look up at her, feeling so stupid for even confiding into her like that, telling her his damn business. Now angry with himself he turned onto his side, trying so carefully not to jar his rips. Waited for sleep to take him, that would come slowly to take him and make him forget what life he was leading that he wanted so badly to escape from.
out to be but that's just it did lol
So remember au meaning alternative uniervse, characters are different from
what we all know and love but you all smart don't think I have to keep
reminding you so I think that will be the last time I'll say that, yes.
Once again thanks to Malinda you are great incorrecting my stuff ;) and to all those thank you so much for your nice and wonderful replies I owe you
one. So THANK YOU!
Enjoy your new chapter.
Chapter 2-Two Worlds Collide
"You ever going to learn to stop doing crime, Louis?
"You ever going to learn to shut your mouth?" Bosco snapped back.
"Ohhhh temper, temper." Faith's partner said looking back into the gate that guarded them from their prisoner.
Faith was driving the RMP, while her partner Ross sat in the passenger side, and of course Maurice "Louis" Boscorelli sat handcuffed in the back.
"I just don't understand, don't you ever get tired of being in handcuffs?" Faith asked looking into the rear view mirror watching as he turned his eyes out the window feeling her gaze on him.
Ross looked at his partner then into the back and then turned his head to Faith.
"He's exercising his rights for 'once' and remaining silent."
"Blow me." Bosco snapped his head around and then glared at Ross after making the comment.
At this comment instead of getting angry or annoyed both officers smiled. As Faith turned into the 55th Precinct she spoke.
"There's are happy little trooper."
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Faith finished up some paperwork she had fallen behind on that had to do with an accident Ross and herself had responded to. As she was walking out to leave the Precinct for the night she happened to catch a glance at the holding cell.
Stopping she walked in, the duty desk officer only looking up to see who was coming in then was back to his own work.
"Rick, did Boscorelli already get out?"
Not looking up "Yep, not more then 15 minutes ago."
It amazed her how quickly how trouble makers, criminals, like Boscorelli could get out without a harsh sentence, even after breaking a windshield on a RMP.
Faith, not needing to be there anymore turned around and walked out.
The warm air hit her face but a cold breeze followed wiping her hair back. She then started down the street, waving at a few cops here and there that where going on duty. As she walked down the street and passed an alley she heard yelling and if she didn't think her mind was playing games on her she could of sworn she heard a snapping sound.
Hearing this she pulled out her off duty weapon and did not waste anytime making it down the alley. The scene that laid before her was a young man on the ground his hands over him trying to protect the blows that the other male was giving him with a baseball bat. The brown yellowish looking bat had visible blood on as it came in contact with the victim.
"Freeze."
The man dropped the bat hearing this but spun around on his heel and took off. Faith had to make a decision, follow the guy and leave the guy in his own blood, or get the man help. Her choice was to stay with him, he wasn't sounding like he could be left alone for to long. So Faith put her gun away and bent down.
"Sir, can you hear me?"
She dared not move him in case of further injuring him.
"If you can hear me sir, I'm going to go and get help, you hang on."
Ball to the walls Faith turned around running to get some help. The one good thing about it happening close to the Precinct, the firehouse was right across the street. The medics she knew would be more then likely be there since they stationed with the FDNY or she hoped they would be there, not on a run.
Coming up on the station some of the firefighters saw her and recognizing her, met her as she came up off the street.
"I need," taking in a deep breath in "medics, somebody is hurt." With quick steps, one firefighter was running up the steps to get one of the medics.
The thunder of the weight of the adults coming down the stairs brought Faith's attention to see who it was.
"What happened Faith?"
Bobby Caffey and Kim Zambrano had come down with their red bags Bobby asking as he began to follow Faith who was now showing them where their patients was.
"Walked pass some guy getting beat up pretty badly over here." Pointing her finger as she explained walking across the street.
The firefighters had joined up, following closely behind just in case they where to be needed.
John Sullivan across the Precinct who was just walking out to go home noticed the little parade of the one cop, EMS, and FDNY.
"What you thinks going on?"
Sully shrugged at his young partners question.
"Not sure, lets follow and see."
55-Charlie had just joined the other familiar emergency workers just as Bobby and Kim where dropping to their knees and turning the patient over when they turned Faith's attention away.
"What's going on Faith?"
Stepping back she looked at Sully who asked the question.
"Looks like this guy was getting the piss beat out of him, baseball bat and everything."
Davis who was watching with interest the entire time had just recognized where he had seen that face before. Pointing his index finger he got the other two experienced officers attention by asking a question.
"Isn't that the guy who smashed our windshield?"
Spinning around, Faith looked at his face, checking out what Davis was asking about. She hadn't even noticed it was him, Faith really hadn't the best view anyways, since Sully distracted her and she hadn't moved him so she couldn't of have known. But there Maurice Boscorelli laying, instead of being in a holding cell, on the ground bleeding.
"Has a couple cracked ribs." Said Kim who had looked for it after seeing the discarded bat, assumed the man would have them.
"Yeah this guy is pretty beat up, where gonna need our bus." Bobby commented hoping one of the firefighters would get the drift and jump to it. Which didn't take long because Jimmy Doherty volunteered.
"I'll go get it." Running away as he called over his shoulder.
"Bobby he might have some internal bleeding."
"Can't be too sure, but he might."
By the time Kim had the I.V. in Bosco's arm Jimmy was backing up into the alleyway.
"Hey I think he is coming around."
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Boscorelli's world was coming to him slowly. Looking up the first thing he noticed was the three officers that he recognized immediately.
"This time it wasn't my fault and I didn't do anything against the law." He got out in a painful statement.
Kim smiled lightly while looking up at Faith.
"You know him?"
"Boscorelli is one of our regulars, aren't you?"
In visible pain from his ribs Bosco still could give her a small smirk.
"You know you still love me."
Faith let out a snort of laughter. "We love him so much he has a permanent spot in our RMP."
"Wouldn't be the same without me."
"That's for damn sure."
While Bosco and Faith had been talking to one another and entertaining those around, Kim had been putting the morphine in, which began to take effect quickly, and Bobby had already begun cleaning some of the blood off of Bosco's face or anywhere else visible.
By the time Bobby and Kim were loading Boscorelli into the ambulance he had slipped into unconsciousness once more. The small crowd dying down were walking away but Faith stayed, watching the medics getting into the bus.
"You coming?" asked Sully who was getting ready to leave himself.
For some reason, Faith wasn't sure where it came from but she felt this sadness and pity for leaving the guy alone. After all Faith could guess he was going to be by himself at that hospital and nobody to look out for him, besides, she didn't have anybody to go home to so why not?
"No, I have to uhhh," trying to think of an excuse so she didn't get anything from Sully "write a report about this incident, see you around Sul."
The medics who had been listening kept the back door open until they heard Faith get in and shut it behind her. Faith sat down out of the way as Bobby moved up to the front to drive to Mercy.
Kim writing up her report looked at Faith and then back down at her patient.
"You know the guy who beat him up?"
"Nope, but maybe I can find out."
The two looked at the man on the gurney and could only wonder what he had been through.
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Faith came walking out of the bathroom. It had been a while since they brought in Boscorelli into the hospital with cracked ribs and a few other bumps and bruises from the assault to his body. She was still trying to figure out why she had decided to come, but this quickly disappeared when Dr. Morales, or Sarah as they called her, walked up to her.
"Sorry I took so long, I had other patients that got me side track, pretty hectic around here."
"I bet, that's okay though. So..." Faith was trying to get the doctor to get back on the subject of Boscorelli.
"Well your boy does have some nice bruising, and a few cracked ribs, but they should heal nicely if he doesn't participate in anymore fights."
Faith must have given Sarah Morales a confused gesture of the mention of 'anymore fights.' Sure, Faith believed the boy had his fair share but for some reason something stuck out which caused the Dr. to nod her head for Faith to follow, which Faith did.
As they walked into the room that was occupied by other sleeping patients of his room, Faith found herself stopping and hesitating. Almost scared his reaction of her being there, wondering how he would be if she came walking in checking up on him.
Turning to see her not coming in, Dr. Morales knew what she was thinking and offered a supportive smile.
"Don't worry, out like a light from his pain medication." She winked at her turned back around as Faith then stepped in beside the bed as Dr. Morales unsnapped the robe that covered the man that lay before them and brought it down below his navel.
The gasp that escaped from Faith's mouth was quickly quieted when she threw her hand over lips trying to hide the shock and the horror of what she felt seeing those markings on his body. The knots formed quickly in her stomach, making her want to sit down, try and think this one out.
So much she had seen on the force, so much she knew, things she could prepare herself, but when she saw those horrible scars, she knew some of those couldn't be from fights. Faith could only feel nothing but pain for this man, knowing whatever childhood he had, it couldn't have been easy.
Looking down she begun to trace them over and over, knowing the very distinct ones and what they were probably made from.
"There are even more, but I don't want to move him around to much." With that said Dr. Morales put the gown back on him and straightened the covers. Just as she was about to say something more to Faith her beeper went off.
"Gotta run, take care."
"You to."
Watching as Sarah left, Faith turned around looked over at the other patient then shrugging pulled up a chair and sat down. Nothing better to do then wait.
(Few Hours Later)
The world came back to Bosco all to slowly for his liking. Everything was disoriented, blurry, like being in a dream you understood what was going on but not being able to make out the picture all to clearly. Trying to move just a bit, maybe try and get the image to come out better so he could see what was next to him but that only caused severe agony up and down his body causing him to let out a wheezing sound trying to hold it back. This only caused the person to awaken from the position of the uncomfortable chair.
Of all people, he did not think for one second, as the image cleared, Officer Mitchell would be sitting there.
"Christ woman, can't you leave me be, don't you have some family to go home to?"
He didn't care hurting her feelings, so when the hurt crossed her features he didn't think much of it, because all he wanted was to be home and left alone.
"No, I'm divorced."
Bosco shrugged slightly.
"Kids, surely you have some of those, you look like you would."
"Two, but they don't live with me."
Looking away, not sure how to react to waking up to an officer there, the same one that had arrested him countless times and for stupid stuff nonetheless. Having stared at the other side of the room long enough he finally turned his gaze back to his bed noticing no handcuffs, which meant he hadn't done nothing wrong, he looked at her.
"So I'm not handcuffed, why you here?"
"Don't know, just wanted to make sure, well" hesitating trying to think of something quick "....I wanted to see if you wanted to file charges."
She about kicked herself for that, 'real smooth, saying you worried about him, oh yeah he'll take that one without even thinking about it.' She watched for his reaction but all he did was blink his eyes slowly.
"Charges, for what?"
Faith almost had the urge to slap him upside the head for playing stupid.
"Charges on the guy who put you here, the reason you have cracked ribs."
"Do you have the guy?" Bosco asked quickly. Faith thinking she actually saw a bit of fear and concern.
"No, not that that I'm aware of." answering his question.
"Then drop it." snapping at her.
This just didn't make any sense to her. 'Why would he not want to press charges? Unless he was covering for them,' she thought. Just thinking of that peeked her interest even more, and now she to wanted to know who this guy was, no way in hell she could just 'drop it.'
"So, he's your friend?"
Bosco didn't answer.
"Oh okay keep going, your drug buddy, getting any warmer?" Still nothing from him.
"Drug dealer, come on, I have to be getting closer...." thinking she then smiled as she said it "your pimp."
"Jesus fucking Christ, yes he is my friend, no I don't want to press charges because he is my friend, you I would press charges against because you are annoying, you are not my friend and I DO NOT LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU WON'T LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE."
The patient next to him was woken by Boscorelli's uproar.
"Hey buddy can you keep it down."
Bosco snapped his head.
"Oh blow me."
Quickly the patient turned onto his side trying to avoid Bosco's death glare.
Faith stared down at her feet after the explosion from Boscorelli, feeling guilty that she had pushed him the way she had done.
After uneasy silence had gone by Faith finally cleared her throat looking up at him noticing that he was staring down at his feet.
"I just don't understand, if he's your friend, why would you let him do that to you?
Bosco shook his head. He just couldn't understand this woman, why she didn't leave him alone. Didn't he just make it clearly he didn't want her around, yet she sits there and asks another question. What was wrong with this picture, what did he have to do to get her the hell out of there.
"You just don't know when to quit do you?"
Just as Faith was about to reply a nurse walked in.
"I'm sorry, but your going to have to leave, your disturbing the other patients."
Faith stared at Bosco wondering if he had pushed it, maybe wondering if he would stop and tell the nurse he wanted her to stay, but that didn't happen and Faith got up pushing her chair aside and gathering her purse.
"Sorry, I'll leave."
As the nurse waited, and Bosco watched her silently up until as she began walking out.
"He's the only one I have." He said ever so softly, in a defeat tone, hoping maybe she didn't hear, but she stopped and turned back around.
"Excuse me?"
Staring at one another Bosco looked back down at his own feet.
"You asked, if he's my friend why would I let him do that, because," his eyes moving back and forth trying to think of the best answer and then he had it "he's the only one I got."
Faith just stood there and stared. She didn't know how to deal with this, how to relate to the man laying in the bed only a few feet away from her. He had just admitted he only had one friend and this friend beats the living hell out of him, and now all Faith wanted to do was make sure this friend never did anything like this ever again. Only the nurse cleared her throat getting irritated and with that, Faith turned back around glancing back one time before leaving completely.
Bosco, after admitting to only having one friend had not watched Faith leave. He couldn't look up at her, feeling so stupid for even confiding into her like that, telling her his damn business. Now angry with himself he turned onto his side, trying so carefully not to jar his rips. Waited for sleep to take him, that would come slowly to take him and make him forget what life he was leading that he wanted so badly to escape from.