As His eyes drift, I drift myself thinking. I think back to the day I met him.
I head into county sighing. I know the one person who cares about me is here. My best friend, my mentor, John Sullivan. I head up to the fifth floor worried. I always told him that being a cop would get him killed. Lucky him, it wasn't this time. I wait for the elevator looking around. From where I am I can see into the ICU, a place where Sully has been before. I look again seeing a sad looking male who's all alone. I glace up at the approcing footsteps, a nurse.
"Sad isn't it, He's a cop from the 55. He' been here so long no one comes by anymore."
Something inside pulls at me and I know, I must go to him. I head inside smelling the sickening smell of antiseptic. I sigh hearing the beeping and whir of machinery. Slowly I approach him, not sure what to say. I sit down at his bedside.
"Hi, I'm Faith. "