Let The Sun Shine Through

Part 10

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I still don't own Third Watch or any of the characters, and I'm STILL bummed about that!

 

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JULY 7^th…Florida…Day 6

Bosco sat up suddenly. He quickly regretted the movement and brought a hand to his head to try and stop the room from spinning. "Faith?"

 

She came into the room. "What's wrong?! Are you OK?!"

 

"Yeah, yeah. I'm OK." He was still pressing the heel of his hand to his temple.

 

"I'm sorry. I dropped a plate in the sink. I didn't mean to wake you."

 

"It's OK." He moved so he was sitting with his back leaning against the headboard.

 

Faith walked over and sat next to him, resting a hand on his leg. "How are you feeling today?"

 

"Better."

 

"And what do you mean by better?" she asked with a look that only a mother could give.

 

"What? Are you my mother now?" he laughed. She just looked at him so he quickly turned serious. "I've got a headache, and I sat up too quick so I'm a little dizzy."

 

She nodded. "Nauseous?"

 

He slowly shook his head. "Not really."

 

"It's good to see you sitting up," she commented. Bosco had been laying flat on his back ever since suffering the injury. Faith watched him closely as he was still trying to stop the spinning. "Maybe you should lay back down."

 

"Unh, unh," he grunted. "I'm tired of laying down." He pushed the covers off his legs and looked at Faith. "I need to get some aspirin."

 

She stood up. "You stay put. I'll get it."

 

"No Faith. I'll get it. I need to stretch out."

 

"Bosco you could hardly stand upright last night. I don’t think it's such a good idea for you to be trying to walk around. You should be taking it easy."

 

"Faith I can do this. Would you relax?!" He lowered his feet to the floor and pushed himself off the bed. As soon as he was standing he grabbed a hold of Faith to steady himself. She didn't say a word, but he knew what she was thinking. "I'm OK. I just stood up too fast."

 

He slowly made his way to the bathroom. Faith wasn't far behind. "Faith you don't have to follow me."

 

"I just want to make sure you're OK."

 

"I'm fine." She narrowed her eyes. "Honest. I'm OK."

 

"Well if you need me I'll be in the kitchen."

 

Bosco quickly found the aspirin and washed them down with some water. He was washing his hands after answering nature's call when he looked into the mirror for the first time. "Shit," he swore softly as he took in his appearance. He leaned closer to the mirror to get a better look at his bruised and swollen face. Bosco carefully removed the bandages from his cheek and forehead then slowly took off the patch and protective padding that were over his left eye. He just stood there looking at himself.

 

Faith walked back into the bedroom thinking maybe Bosco had crawled back into bed and fallen asleep. When she saw he wasn't in bed she made her way over to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar. "Bosco is everything OK?" He didn't answer. Faith slowly pushed the door open and poked her head inside to find Bosco standing in front of the mirror. "Bosco? What are you doing?" she asked softly. He turned toward her and she could now see that he had taken the bandages off. "Why'd you take them off?" she asked as she pointed to the discarded bandages on the counter.

 

"I wanted to see what it looked like. I look like shit."

 

"No you don't. You look fine."

 

He pointed at his face. "How can you even look at me?!"

 

"Bosco—"

 

"I look like shit," he said again.

 

"Bosco you got hit with a beer bottle and it shattered. You have twenty-seven stitches and a scratched eye. What were you expecting?"

 

"How can you kiss me when I look like this?! My face is so…so ugly," he said, repulsed by what he had seen in the mirror.

 

He wouldn't look at her so she put her hands on his head and turned his face toward hers. "Since when have you been so wrapped up in the way you look?"

 

"My looks are all I have Faith."

 

"That's not true Bosco and you know it! I think this concussion is seriously screwing with your head."

 

"Come on Faith! Every relationship I have ever had has been based solely on physical attraction!"

 

She walked up and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Not this one. I don't kiss you because of the way you look. I mean, you're a handsome, attractive guy, but I kiss you because of what's in here," she pointed to his chest. "I'm attracted to you because of how you make me feel. Not because of how you look." She paused. "And even with all the cuts and bruises you're still as gorgeous as ever."

 

He just shook his head. Faith pulled him closer and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. Bosco put a hand on each side of her face pulling her in and deepening their kiss. When they pulled apart Faith looked at him. "Are you going to snap out of this funk you're in?"

 

He smiled. "Yeah, I'll work on it," he said softly.

 

She took both of his hands in hers. "Well Bos. Since you've already taken the bandage off your eye I guess now would be a good time to break out the eye drops."

 

"Oh man do we have to? Those things kill."

 

"Yeah we do. Why don't you go lay back down, and I'll be there in a minute." Faith retrieved the eye drops and returned to find Bosco sitting on the bed. "Are you OK?"

 

"Would you quit asking me that?!" he snapped.

 

"Hey I'm concerned about you." He turned to her. She could see that he was sorry for what he said, but he didn't say anything. Faith acted like nothing happened because she knew that he didn't mean it. "OK Bos. Lay down so I can do this." She said as she held up the bottle of eye drops.

 

"Can we do it later?"

 

"Actually you have to use these three times a day."

 

"Three times! Oh man, you have no idea how bad those things hurt."

 

"You're right I don't, but I did give birth to two children so I might have an idea," she smiled. "Now come on Bosco. The sooner we do this the sooner it's over."

 

Bosco finally agreed and laid down on the bed. As soon as he was laying down Faith could see him tense up. She smiled. "It's true what they say."

 

"What?" he asked a little confused.

 

"The toughest guys are the biggest babies when they're sick or hurt."

 

"I resent that."

 

"No. You resemble that. I bet you're the biggest wuss when you're sick," she laughed.

 

"I am not! And would you quit making fun of me?! This seriously hurts," he said as he pointed to his eye.

 

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just not used to seeing this side of you," she leaned down and kissed him. "So, you ready?"

 

"I don't think I have much choice."

 

Faith slowly and gently opened Bosco's eye. He flinched at the contact. She then plopped three drops of the solution into his eye. "There, now that wasn't so bad was it?" she asked as she rubbed his arm.

 

"Well, I'm still breathing."

 

She kissed him once more and then stood up. "I need to recover your eye and those cuts then I'll get you some ice. Maybe we can get the swelling to go down some."

 

Bosco relaxed and closed his eye as he lay there waiting for Faith to return. "Twenty seven stitches huh?" He asked as she sat down next to him laying the gauze pads and medical tape on the nightstand.

 

"Yeah," she sighed. "That guy really did a number on you. The doctor was able to glue some of the other cuts, but you had some pretty big ones." She paused. "You were really lucky."

 

"I want a piece of that guy."

 

She chuckled, "Now that's the Bosco I know." After she finished covering his cuts and his eye Faith gently laid an ice pack on the left side of Bosco's face.

 

"Damn that's cold!"

 

"It's ice. It's supposed to be cold." Even though half of his face was covered she could still tell that he was glaring at her.

"You know what I meant."

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It was a few hours later when Bosco woke up. He slowly sat up and surveyed the room for Faith. When he saw that she wasn't there he got up and walked through the hotel room. He spotted her sitting outside on the patio. Bosco slid the glass door open and joined her outside. "Hey," he said as he sat down across from her.

 

"Hi," she smiled. "I don't know if it's such a good idea for you to be out here."

 

"Why not?"

 

"Well with all the dirt and sand flying around I'm just worried you'd get an infection."

 

"Faith it's not like I’m going to be rolling around in the sand. I'm just sitting here."

 

"I know but---"

 

"Look you put enough gauze and tape on my face I don't think a grain of sand could get through even if it wanted to, so relax."

 

"How's your head?"

 

He nodded. "Good. Really good."

 

Faith watched as Bosco put his hand on his stomach. "You nauseous?"

 

"No, actually I'm starving."

 

"Well you haven't eaten in almost two days. What would you like for dinner?"

 

"Pizza."

 

"Pizza? Bosco you've been extremely nauseous lately I don't think pizza is the best choice."

 

"Come on Faith. Please. It'll be OK." He gave her his best puppy dog look, and thirty minutes later they were sitting in front of the TV eating pizza from Pizza Hut. "This is so good," he said with his mouth full.

 

"Yeah, but you should really slow down or you're going to make yourself sick."

 

"OK Mom," Bosco went to take a bite of the slice he was holding when he dropped it on his shirt. "Dammit!" He quickly picked the pizza off his shirt and threw it back in the box. "Son of a bitch!"

 

Faith stood up. "Give me your shirt."

 

"What?"

"Take your shirt off and I'll take care of it before the stain sets."

 

Bosco agreed, took off his shirt, and then handed it to Faith. While she was washing his shirt he realized that maybe she was right about pizza being a bad idea. His stomach started to churn. He stood up and made his way to the bedroom. "I'm going to go lay down," he informed Faith.

 

"Are you feeling OK?"

 

He nodded. "Yeah. I just need to lay down."

 

Faith came into the room with the bottle of eye drops. "Time for another round." She sat next to him. Bosco didn't object or even flinch this time. "Are you sure you're feeling OK?"

 

He looked at her. "My stomach's a little upset. No big deal."

 

She leaned over and kissed him. Even with the cuts and bruises she still thought he was very attractive. Faith ran her hand over his bare chest. Then ran kisses all the way down to his navel. It tickled, and he chuckled, "What are you doing?"

 

"I can't help it. I just adore you, and when you're half naked you're even harder to resist than when you're in a hospital gown," she grinned as she kissed his chin.

 

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down onto the bed with him. He kissed her lips as they rolled over together. When they were on their sides Bosco ended the kiss. He gently brushed the hair out of her face. "Have I told you how glad I am that you came on vacation with me?"

 

She smiled at him, placed her hand on his chest, and once again their lips met.