I went to work like always! Work is all I have and without it I would be lost. I've worked so hard to get ahead in my career I've done some things that I'm not proud of but I learned at a very young age if you want to get ahead in this world you always have to watch your back and you always have to look out for yourself. Although lately I've begun to think that maybe my theory isn't correct after all. Anyway as I'm going into the precinct and she gives me a glare that could kill. It's no secret that Faith doesn't like me, in fact she hated me because of what I did to Bosco of course but mostly because I shot her. But the weird thing is she shot me first. In my world if someone hurts me I want to be make sure they never hurt me again or at least get even. No body cared that she shot me first or even that she shot me all they were concerned about was if Faith was ok. I guess I can't blame them I haven't exactly been very nice. After work I do my usual thing I got and eat dinner out at some little restaurant and then head over to the hospital. I go in and as usual the nurse says I can go in a sit with him. I go in as quietly as I can. I know it's stupid to be very quiet considering he can't hear me but I don't want to disturb him. I take a seat beside him and for some reason he looks different. I'm not really sure why but he just does. I put my hand in his. I finally realize what it is, he looks more at peace today. I go ask the nurse if there's been any change and she tells me that he moved today and is probably in the begging stages of coming out of his coma. I feel so relieved that he's he seems to be getting better. I thank her and go back to sitting with him. I read over and stroke his forehead. Suddenly I realized that this has to be my last visit because I can't be here when he wakes up! He wouldn't want me to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. As I'm getting up the leave his grip tightens on my hand. Before I can stop myself I lean over and gently brush my lips against his. "Goodbye Bosco" I don't want my last words to be something sappy and stupid. But in my head I'm saying that I'll never forget what you did for me and I know that I'll be a better person because of him! Bosco taught me a lot and I'll try to be the kind of person he would have wanted me to be!