A/N Dylan's life is hanging in the balance here. I haven't decided if
shelives or dies yet. Mean? Maybe. Still I hope you like it anyway. You
also get an explanation of how Anthony survived the fall in FT (at
least my version of it)
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The angels and Getty had taken Dr. Johnson's advice and gone back to their hotels to rest, clean up and eat. Pete and Jason volunteered to stay behind in case there was any change in Dylan's condition. It had been now a little over 24hours without improvement.
"Shoot, shoot," called Pete to the television in the waiting room. He was lying on the hard hospital couch with his leg tossed over the arm.
"I can't believe he missed that," said Jason waving his hand at the TV as he handed Pete a Styrofoam cup filled with coffee. They were watching a Bulls-Lakers game. A nurse came out and approached them. "Do you think we were too loud?" Jason asked Pete.
"Mr. Gibbons, Mr. Kominsky?" asked the nurse. The two men nodded at the question. "You might want to call your girlfriends and Mr. Getty;" she said solemnly, "Ms. Sanders isn't doing well at all."
"What do you mean," asked Jason looking and his friend and wondering how he was going to break the news to Alex.
"I am so sorry. The doctors have done everything they could. She has gotten much worse; we doubt she will make it through the night. She slipped into a coma a few minutes ago then began." she paused looking at the two men. "Should I go on?"
"Please," said Pete sitting up right so he could pay closer attention.
"She began to have seizures. We gave her Phenobarbital to help with that and they have stopped but it doesn't look good." Another doctor approached her and she excused herself and went with him,
"How are we going to tell Nat and Alex," asked Jason.
"How are you going to tell us what?" inquired the angels who entered the waiting room.
Jason and Pete looked at each other helplessly. "What's wrong?" demanded Alex.
"Pete?" asked Natalie.
Jason was the one who answered, "They said Dylan has gotten worse."
"They don't think she will make it," said Pete putting his arms around Natalie.
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He wasn't sure which building she was in, the hospital complex was huge. Earlier he could have been able to tell by the crowds of reporters that stood outside, but they had since dissipated and gone home. He paused; leaning against the post of a sodium lit street lamp and started to reach for a cigarette.
"Hey Thin Man," a voice said coming from behind him. Anthony turned and saw his contact, Leon. "I tried calling the number in California and the hotel number for you here but no one answers. Just glad you made it back, man. Your friend isn't." he stopped upon seeing Anthony's arched eyebrow. "She's not good. Some of the assholes in the morgue take bets on the patients in ICU; she is up at the top of their list for being on a gurney downstairs wearing a toe tag."
Anthony handed his associate a piece of paper, "Take me to her."
"Let's go," said Leon leading him through the dark paths of the hospital grounds. Anthony had met him after the incident on the roof top. Leon was on his final year of being an intern and was in LA visiting his cousin. The two of them happened to walk by the alley the evening of the premire of ME:2. As they were passing as the "E" fell from the roof into the darkened alley onto the two men impaled on the sword. Leon insisted they check it out, as they approached they heard moaning; that was when the young man switched into doctor mode.
Leon bent down in the pile of twisted metal on top of bodies. He checked the pulses of the two men who lay under the letter and called his cousin, "Devon, get over here I need help."
"Help, what you need help for?" called Devon from the edge of the shadows. "Ain't no way those guys survived Doctor Boy. We should just go on our way. No point in getting involved."
"One is alive now get in here and help me."
Devon had never heard his cousin use that tone before and came into the alley like he was commanded to do. "We have to get the letter off them. Push it to the left," said Leon.
"It will cut the man's head off," said Devon looking down at the surprised rictus on the face of Seamus O'Grady.
"He's dead and won't feel it but the other guy on the bottom is still alive," replied his doctor cousin. "We have to get him out." Together they managed to move the E without removing Seamus' head. Anthony moaned under the weight of Seamus. The two young African American men lifted the dead Irishman slowly off the sword. "Have to go slow; we don't want to move it in the bottom guy at all. We can't take a chance that it will cause more damage. You grab the big guy's hips. I'll take his shoulders. Now on three we lift. Straight up. Got it?"
"Yeah, got it."
"Okay now," said Leon, hearing police sirens approaching. "One.two.three." Grunting under the weight of the Seamus' large frame the two men lifted his off the sword and laid him next to the Thin Man's. "Now we have to roll this guy over," said Leon. "We roll him and then I'm going to pull the sword out."
Devon looked at his cousin. Moving the big one was enough for him. "Don't think so."
"Listen if we don't this man will die. All you have to do is hold him still. I'll do the messy part."
"What if it's in his heart, man? Leon I don't know."
"It's not, it went in just above and looks like it's angled to the right near the lung. That is why we need to be careful. Just do what I say." Devon helped to roll the Thin Man on his right side and held him steady while his cousin grasped the grip of the sword in both hands and pulled. A low moan escaped the Thin Man's throat.
"What are we gonna do with him?" asked Devon. The sounds of the ambulance drew nearer.
"Wait for the ambulance to get here and then I'll go to the hospital with them. My specialty is cardiology." Leon wanted to see this man through until he was better.
Now as Anthony followed Leon though the darkened maze of paths he realized he owed Leon not only for his own life but for helping save Dylan's as well. He only wondered how he could repay the man who was helping him. They rounded a corner with a small fountain and entered the building at the end of the walkway. "Back entrance," said Leon in explanation. "She is in ICU room 404. To get there you will have to go through the main waiting room and her friends never leave." Anthony figured that much, he knew he wouldn't be able to walk right in.
While on the elevator Anthony took the test tube out of his pocket and handed it to Leon. "So this is it?" he asked. Anthony nodded. "They will want to run tests on it. Make sure it won't poison her." Anthony just looked at him. "Listen man we just can't inject people with whatever an assassin brings in off the street. I know you want to help her but no one else knows you do and after about hearing that little sword throwing trick you did back in the theater.well I think they will test it first." The elevator doors slid open.
Natalie and Alex in shock stood in the arms of their boyfriends. They had been concerned about Dylan but they never thought she would get worse. "Charlie," cried Natalie. "We should tell Charlie. He would want to tell her goodbye."
Bosley stepped forward, "Don't you worry about that. I'll get in touch with Charlie." He took his cell-phone and went over to the elevator; he would go to the lobby to make the call as not to disturb any equipment with the phone. He was about to press the button when the elevator doors slid open revealing The Thin Man and Leon.
"The Thin Man," said Alex. Both she and Natalie got into attack position. Anthony put his hand out behind him to signal for Leon to stay where he was. He stepped out of the elevator. Anthony sighed at how predictable they were. They really needed to expand their techniques.
"Why is he here?" hissed Natalie to Alex.
"I don't know," whispered Alex back.
Anthony reached into his pocket to take out a piece of paper. Alex attacked, her hands flying at him. He defended her blows easily with one hand as he removed the small pad with the other. He had been expecting as much so in the cab from the airport he had written a note with a brief succinct explanation. When she stopped swinging he held the pad out to her. She took it and read it out loud, "I have a cure for her."
The crowd looked at him not sure whether he was to be believed or not. He stood there and waited to know if they wanted it or not. "Let me get this straight," said Natalie lowering her fist and eyeing Anthony, "you have a cure for Dylan? The biochemists at the university have been working on this for the last 24 hours with no success."
"And you just waltz in with a cure?" said Alex finishing her thought.
At that Leon stepped out of the elevator. "Hey the man said he had a cure, what is the problem. Isn't that what you want?"
The angels looked at the young man wearing a white medical coat. "The man is a hired killer. We just can't trust him.Doctor?"
"Doctor Leon Wilson at your service," said Leon with a sweeping bow. "I know what he is but he cared enough about your friend to get a cure made."
Anthony was surprised. He had never had anyone speak for him before, well except Dimitri but that was different. It was almost as though Leon was a friend. That wasn't possible was it? He didn't have any friends. He was a loner, that was how he liked it or did he?
Leon stepped out of the elevator and held out the vial. "This is it. We just need to give it to her attending physician and she should be on her way to recovery."
One of the many nurses who worked ICU approached the group. "Excuse me." They turned to look at her. "Your friend, she went into cardiac arrest. Dr. Johnson is working on resuscitating her."
Anthony grabbed the test tube from Leon and headed towards the restricted door. "Hey man, you can't go in there," yelled Leon. When he realized the Thin Man wasn't stopping he shrugged and followed him. The angels would have right behind if it hadn't been for the breaking news bulletin announcing the body found on the expressway exit was none other than FBI agent Michael Daniels.
least my version of it)
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The angels and Getty had taken Dr. Johnson's advice and gone back to their hotels to rest, clean up and eat. Pete and Jason volunteered to stay behind in case there was any change in Dylan's condition. It had been now a little over 24hours without improvement.
"Shoot, shoot," called Pete to the television in the waiting room. He was lying on the hard hospital couch with his leg tossed over the arm.
"I can't believe he missed that," said Jason waving his hand at the TV as he handed Pete a Styrofoam cup filled with coffee. They were watching a Bulls-Lakers game. A nurse came out and approached them. "Do you think we were too loud?" Jason asked Pete.
"Mr. Gibbons, Mr. Kominsky?" asked the nurse. The two men nodded at the question. "You might want to call your girlfriends and Mr. Getty;" she said solemnly, "Ms. Sanders isn't doing well at all."
"What do you mean," asked Jason looking and his friend and wondering how he was going to break the news to Alex.
"I am so sorry. The doctors have done everything they could. She has gotten much worse; we doubt she will make it through the night. She slipped into a coma a few minutes ago then began." she paused looking at the two men. "Should I go on?"
"Please," said Pete sitting up right so he could pay closer attention.
"She began to have seizures. We gave her Phenobarbital to help with that and they have stopped but it doesn't look good." Another doctor approached her and she excused herself and went with him,
"How are we going to tell Nat and Alex," asked Jason.
"How are you going to tell us what?" inquired the angels who entered the waiting room.
Jason and Pete looked at each other helplessly. "What's wrong?" demanded Alex.
"Pete?" asked Natalie.
Jason was the one who answered, "They said Dylan has gotten worse."
"They don't think she will make it," said Pete putting his arms around Natalie.
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He wasn't sure which building she was in, the hospital complex was huge. Earlier he could have been able to tell by the crowds of reporters that stood outside, but they had since dissipated and gone home. He paused; leaning against the post of a sodium lit street lamp and started to reach for a cigarette.
"Hey Thin Man," a voice said coming from behind him. Anthony turned and saw his contact, Leon. "I tried calling the number in California and the hotel number for you here but no one answers. Just glad you made it back, man. Your friend isn't." he stopped upon seeing Anthony's arched eyebrow. "She's not good. Some of the assholes in the morgue take bets on the patients in ICU; she is up at the top of their list for being on a gurney downstairs wearing a toe tag."
Anthony handed his associate a piece of paper, "Take me to her."
"Let's go," said Leon leading him through the dark paths of the hospital grounds. Anthony had met him after the incident on the roof top. Leon was on his final year of being an intern and was in LA visiting his cousin. The two of them happened to walk by the alley the evening of the premire of ME:2. As they were passing as the "E" fell from the roof into the darkened alley onto the two men impaled on the sword. Leon insisted they check it out, as they approached they heard moaning; that was when the young man switched into doctor mode.
Leon bent down in the pile of twisted metal on top of bodies. He checked the pulses of the two men who lay under the letter and called his cousin, "Devon, get over here I need help."
"Help, what you need help for?" called Devon from the edge of the shadows. "Ain't no way those guys survived Doctor Boy. We should just go on our way. No point in getting involved."
"One is alive now get in here and help me."
Devon had never heard his cousin use that tone before and came into the alley like he was commanded to do. "We have to get the letter off them. Push it to the left," said Leon.
"It will cut the man's head off," said Devon looking down at the surprised rictus on the face of Seamus O'Grady.
"He's dead and won't feel it but the other guy on the bottom is still alive," replied his doctor cousin. "We have to get him out." Together they managed to move the E without removing Seamus' head. Anthony moaned under the weight of Seamus. The two young African American men lifted the dead Irishman slowly off the sword. "Have to go slow; we don't want to move it in the bottom guy at all. We can't take a chance that it will cause more damage. You grab the big guy's hips. I'll take his shoulders. Now on three we lift. Straight up. Got it?"
"Yeah, got it."
"Okay now," said Leon, hearing police sirens approaching. "One.two.three." Grunting under the weight of the Seamus' large frame the two men lifted his off the sword and laid him next to the Thin Man's. "Now we have to roll this guy over," said Leon. "We roll him and then I'm going to pull the sword out."
Devon looked at his cousin. Moving the big one was enough for him. "Don't think so."
"Listen if we don't this man will die. All you have to do is hold him still. I'll do the messy part."
"What if it's in his heart, man? Leon I don't know."
"It's not, it went in just above and looks like it's angled to the right near the lung. That is why we need to be careful. Just do what I say." Devon helped to roll the Thin Man on his right side and held him steady while his cousin grasped the grip of the sword in both hands and pulled. A low moan escaped the Thin Man's throat.
"What are we gonna do with him?" asked Devon. The sounds of the ambulance drew nearer.
"Wait for the ambulance to get here and then I'll go to the hospital with them. My specialty is cardiology." Leon wanted to see this man through until he was better.
Now as Anthony followed Leon though the darkened maze of paths he realized he owed Leon not only for his own life but for helping save Dylan's as well. He only wondered how he could repay the man who was helping him. They rounded a corner with a small fountain and entered the building at the end of the walkway. "Back entrance," said Leon in explanation. "She is in ICU room 404. To get there you will have to go through the main waiting room and her friends never leave." Anthony figured that much, he knew he wouldn't be able to walk right in.
While on the elevator Anthony took the test tube out of his pocket and handed it to Leon. "So this is it?" he asked. Anthony nodded. "They will want to run tests on it. Make sure it won't poison her." Anthony just looked at him. "Listen man we just can't inject people with whatever an assassin brings in off the street. I know you want to help her but no one else knows you do and after about hearing that little sword throwing trick you did back in the theater.well I think they will test it first." The elevator doors slid open.
Natalie and Alex in shock stood in the arms of their boyfriends. They had been concerned about Dylan but they never thought she would get worse. "Charlie," cried Natalie. "We should tell Charlie. He would want to tell her goodbye."
Bosley stepped forward, "Don't you worry about that. I'll get in touch with Charlie." He took his cell-phone and went over to the elevator; he would go to the lobby to make the call as not to disturb any equipment with the phone. He was about to press the button when the elevator doors slid open revealing The Thin Man and Leon.
"The Thin Man," said Alex. Both she and Natalie got into attack position. Anthony put his hand out behind him to signal for Leon to stay where he was. He stepped out of the elevator. Anthony sighed at how predictable they were. They really needed to expand their techniques.
"Why is he here?" hissed Natalie to Alex.
"I don't know," whispered Alex back.
Anthony reached into his pocket to take out a piece of paper. Alex attacked, her hands flying at him. He defended her blows easily with one hand as he removed the small pad with the other. He had been expecting as much so in the cab from the airport he had written a note with a brief succinct explanation. When she stopped swinging he held the pad out to her. She took it and read it out loud, "I have a cure for her."
The crowd looked at him not sure whether he was to be believed or not. He stood there and waited to know if they wanted it or not. "Let me get this straight," said Natalie lowering her fist and eyeing Anthony, "you have a cure for Dylan? The biochemists at the university have been working on this for the last 24 hours with no success."
"And you just waltz in with a cure?" said Alex finishing her thought.
At that Leon stepped out of the elevator. "Hey the man said he had a cure, what is the problem. Isn't that what you want?"
The angels looked at the young man wearing a white medical coat. "The man is a hired killer. We just can't trust him.Doctor?"
"Doctor Leon Wilson at your service," said Leon with a sweeping bow. "I know what he is but he cared enough about your friend to get a cure made."
Anthony was surprised. He had never had anyone speak for him before, well except Dimitri but that was different. It was almost as though Leon was a friend. That wasn't possible was it? He didn't have any friends. He was a loner, that was how he liked it or did he?
Leon stepped out of the elevator and held out the vial. "This is it. We just need to give it to her attending physician and she should be on her way to recovery."
One of the many nurses who worked ICU approached the group. "Excuse me." They turned to look at her. "Your friend, she went into cardiac arrest. Dr. Johnson is working on resuscitating her."
Anthony grabbed the test tube from Leon and headed towards the restricted door. "Hey man, you can't go in there," yelled Leon. When he realized the Thin Man wasn't stopping he shrugged and followed him. The angels would have right behind if it hadn't been for the breaking news bulletin announcing the body found on the expressway exit was none other than FBI agent Michael Daniels.