:: Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle Continued ::
:: Chapter Two ::
Dylan looked upon the Thin Man laying on the hospital bed while Dr. Perkins slowly and carefully explained what had happened.
"The paramedics found him in an alley. He was lying underneath a second man and both had serious stab wounds to the chest. The man on top was dead when the paramedics arrived. The sword went right through his heart." Dylan slightly smiled when she heard about her ex-boyfriend's death. He finally received what he had come for. Dr. Perkins then continued. "The man underneath, this man, was not completely dead. The sword had just missed his heart and hit no major arteries. He had a severe coconscious from the fall and should have died, but," Dr. Perkins stopped giving off a slight giggle. Dylan turned and looked at her.
"What?" Dylan asked wondering why the doctor was laughing about a man almost dying.
"I believe this man had an angel watching over him tonight," Dylan and the doctor exchanged smiles as Dylan turned back and looked at the Thin Man. Dylan felt proud, for she could have been that angel watching over him.
Ten minutes later, Dylan was back on floor one with Dr. Perkins. She was filling out a form for the Thin Man's release.
"So he can return home tonight?" Dylan asked placing down the pen and handing the papers back to the doctor.
"Yes, you can come back around seven and bring him home," Dylan smiled and cheerfully left the hospital.
The next morning, Dylan, Natalie and Alex arrived at the Townsend agency. Bosley was chilling in the lounge chair, his feet resting peacefully on top of the desk.
"What's happenin' angels?" Bosley shouted as the three entered the room.
"Good morning, Bosley," the three responded in their usual cheerful tone. It was then nine on the dot when the phone rang. Bosley walked over and answered as Charlie's voice flowed through the new speaker box.
"Good morning, angels,"
"Good morning, Charlie," Dylan, Alex and Natalie replied.
"Sorry to inform you angels, that there is no recent mission, but I still called all of you in today to congratulate you on your latest victory."
"Thank you, Charlie," the three angels replied together.
"All right, all this talking at the same time is getting creepy!" Bosley shouted as the three angels laughed along with Charlie.
"Oh, Bosley," all three replied with Charlie entering in as the fourth. Bosley covered his ears, hummed to himself and began to pace around the room.
"So angels, you are free until the next mission is bought upon us," Charlie explained as the three angels thanked Charlie and then he was gone.
"So, Dylan, are you feeling better?" Alex asked remembering why she left last night. Dylan looked at curiously, glanced at Natalie who had a guilty look on her face and then returned to Alex.
"I'm fine," Dylan replied smiling slightly. "Just too much excitement last night."
"Oh, I know what you mean, with the Thin Man and everything," Natalie and Dylan looked at each other feeling completely guilty about lying to Alex. Dylan felt more guilty than Natalie since she was the one taking the Thin Man home that night. Before she knew it, it was seven and Dylan had gone off to the hospital.
It was eleven when Dylan pulled into her driveway with the Thin Man in the passenger seat. Not surprisingly, he did not speak a word. Dylan unlocked her door and guided the Thin Man into her house. Her couch was made up for him to sleep on. Dylan helped him sit down and went back to closing her door.
"Okay," she started releasing a long heavy sigh. "Welcome to my house. Through there is the kitchen, the bathroom and finally my room is the last one down that way. Need anything?" The Thin Man just sat and looked around as Dylan gasped and jumped up causing him to look her way. "Oh, I almost forgot." Reaching into her bag she pulled out a bottle of medicine. "You have to take these twice a day, before bed and when you wake up. I think their pain killers, but I'm not sure. Please take them." Dylan gave the bottle to the Thin Man who just held it tight in his hand. His left arm was in a sling due to the stab wound and he had a few bruises on his face from the fall, but besides that Dylan noticed that he was in great shape. "All right, well I'm going to bed so just make yourself comfortable and try to get some sleep."
As Dylan headed off to her room the Thin Man looked around before taking one of the pain killers and swallowing it without water. He then thought long and hard about Dylan and how he had survived.
:: Chapter Two ::
Dylan looked upon the Thin Man laying on the hospital bed while Dr. Perkins slowly and carefully explained what had happened.
"The paramedics found him in an alley. He was lying underneath a second man and both had serious stab wounds to the chest. The man on top was dead when the paramedics arrived. The sword went right through his heart." Dylan slightly smiled when she heard about her ex-boyfriend's death. He finally received what he had come for. Dr. Perkins then continued. "The man underneath, this man, was not completely dead. The sword had just missed his heart and hit no major arteries. He had a severe coconscious from the fall and should have died, but," Dr. Perkins stopped giving off a slight giggle. Dylan turned and looked at her.
"What?" Dylan asked wondering why the doctor was laughing about a man almost dying.
"I believe this man had an angel watching over him tonight," Dylan and the doctor exchanged smiles as Dylan turned back and looked at the Thin Man. Dylan felt proud, for she could have been that angel watching over him.
Ten minutes later, Dylan was back on floor one with Dr. Perkins. She was filling out a form for the Thin Man's release.
"So he can return home tonight?" Dylan asked placing down the pen and handing the papers back to the doctor.
"Yes, you can come back around seven and bring him home," Dylan smiled and cheerfully left the hospital.
The next morning, Dylan, Natalie and Alex arrived at the Townsend agency. Bosley was chilling in the lounge chair, his feet resting peacefully on top of the desk.
"What's happenin' angels?" Bosley shouted as the three entered the room.
"Good morning, Bosley," the three responded in their usual cheerful tone. It was then nine on the dot when the phone rang. Bosley walked over and answered as Charlie's voice flowed through the new speaker box.
"Good morning, angels,"
"Good morning, Charlie," Dylan, Alex and Natalie replied.
"Sorry to inform you angels, that there is no recent mission, but I still called all of you in today to congratulate you on your latest victory."
"Thank you, Charlie," the three angels replied together.
"All right, all this talking at the same time is getting creepy!" Bosley shouted as the three angels laughed along with Charlie.
"Oh, Bosley," all three replied with Charlie entering in as the fourth. Bosley covered his ears, hummed to himself and began to pace around the room.
"So angels, you are free until the next mission is bought upon us," Charlie explained as the three angels thanked Charlie and then he was gone.
"So, Dylan, are you feeling better?" Alex asked remembering why she left last night. Dylan looked at curiously, glanced at Natalie who had a guilty look on her face and then returned to Alex.
"I'm fine," Dylan replied smiling slightly. "Just too much excitement last night."
"Oh, I know what you mean, with the Thin Man and everything," Natalie and Dylan looked at each other feeling completely guilty about lying to Alex. Dylan felt more guilty than Natalie since she was the one taking the Thin Man home that night. Before she knew it, it was seven and Dylan had gone off to the hospital.
It was eleven when Dylan pulled into her driveway with the Thin Man in the passenger seat. Not surprisingly, he did not speak a word. Dylan unlocked her door and guided the Thin Man into her house. Her couch was made up for him to sleep on. Dylan helped him sit down and went back to closing her door.
"Okay," she started releasing a long heavy sigh. "Welcome to my house. Through there is the kitchen, the bathroom and finally my room is the last one down that way. Need anything?" The Thin Man just sat and looked around as Dylan gasped and jumped up causing him to look her way. "Oh, I almost forgot." Reaching into her bag she pulled out a bottle of medicine. "You have to take these twice a day, before bed and when you wake up. I think their pain killers, but I'm not sure. Please take them." Dylan gave the bottle to the Thin Man who just held it tight in his hand. His left arm was in a sling due to the stab wound and he had a few bruises on his face from the fall, but besides that Dylan noticed that he was in great shape. "All right, well I'm going to bed so just make yourself comfortable and try to get some sleep."
As Dylan headed off to her room the Thin Man looked around before taking one of the pain killers and swallowing it without water. He then thought long and hard about Dylan and how he had survived.
