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One afternoon the Biker Mice came back to the garage after
beating Limberger's goons for the second time that week.
"Charley!" Vinnie yelled as they arrived.
No one answered and they went looking for her.
"I wonder where she went?" Throttle asked, coming into
the garage.
"I don't know," Modo said.
"Hey, in here," Vinnie said from the kitchen.
They found Vinnie sitting at the table reading a piece of paper.
"It's a note from Charley," Vinnie said. "She says
she went to the doctors and will be back in a while."
"I wonder why she went to the doctor's office?" Throttle
asked Vinnie.
"It doesn't say," Vinnie said.
"Hey," Vinnie said, "why don't we start dinner
and have it ready for her."
"Sounds good to me." Modo said. "Beating Limberger
always makes me hungry."
Throttle chuckled and said, "All right." Just then the
telephone rang and he went to answer it. "Hello?" he
asked.
"Hello, is Charlene there?" a woman's voice asked.
Throttle recognized the voice belonging to Charley's mom. "Oh
hi, Mrs. Davidson. No, Charley's not here right now. She went
to her doctor's office."
"She did?" Mrs. Davidson said. "Well she said she
wasn't feeling well last night when we talked. I'll come over
in a little while to see how she's doing."
"Sounds good to me," Throttle told her. "We'll
see you then."
They hung up and he went back into the kitchen. About 15 minutes
later they heard Charley's truck come back and they went to meet
her. She was leaning her head on the steering wheel when they
came out.
"Hey, Charley-girl, aren't you glad to see I'm all right?"
Vinnie asked when he opened the truck door, smiling.
"What?" Charley asked looking up. "Oh, hi guys."
"What's wrong Charley-mam," Modo asked her from the
other side of the truck.
"Not much," Charley said, quietly. She stood up out
of the truck and started coughing.
Another car came into the garage and a woman came out of it.
Charley finished coughing and looked at her. "Mom, what are
you doing here?"
"Where else would I be when my child is sick?" she asked
in return coming towards them. "Now let's get you into bed."
She put her arm around Charley and they went up to her bedroom.
The Mice followed them and stopped outside Charley's door.
Charley's mom came out and Throttle asked her, "What's wrong
with Charley?"
"She's just has the Flu," she said.
"Will she be all right?" Modo asked.
"Oh, my, yes," she told them. "She'll just feel
miserable for a few days but she will be fine."
They walked back out to the garage to her car. She leaned in and
pulled the handle that opens the trunk. "Here," she
said and went to the trunk, "help me with this, if you would
please."
They came around and saw a TV and two bags of stuff in there.
"Do you always ride around with a TV in your trunk?"
Throttle asked her, lifting it out. Modo and Vinnie brought the
food out and they went into the kitchen.
"No," she said, "it's for Charley while she's sick."
She started putting the food in the refrigerator and cupboards.
"How did it get in there," Vinnie asked her.
She turned to look at him and said, "How do you think I put
it in there? I may be old but I can still lift a TV to my car."
Vinnie blushed and mumbled, "Sorry."
"You're not old," Modo said, punching Vinnie in the
arm.
"Thank you, Modo," she said, "but I am. But that
doesn't mean I'm weak as a kitten." She came over to Vinnie
and patted his cheek. "But when I have young, strong, handsome
Mice about I will use them to my advantage."
Vinnie smiled and stood up. He picked her up and swung her around.
"Now stop that," she said, then giggled. Vinnie put
her down and she said, "There's some stuff I need to get
for Charlene and while I'm gone you three need to be quiet as
mice."
"How do you do that?" Throttle asked with a smile.
"Oh, you," she said and smiled back. She went to the
car and left. The Mice went to the other room and turned the TV
on.
A little while later they heard Charley moving around in her room.
They knocked on her door and she said, "Come in." They
opened the door and brought the TV into the room.
"Hi Charley-mam," Modo said. "How are you feeling?"
"Not good," she said then sneezed.
"Your mom brought this for you," Throttle said while
Modo put the TV on the table next to her bed.
"Thanks guys," she said.
They started to leave when Vinnie said, "If you need anything
call us."
"Oh, Vinnie, could you do one thing for me?" she asked
him.
"Anything babe," he said coming back into the room.
"Will you shoot me," she asked him, groaning.
"WHAT!"
"Will you shoot me?" she said again, "Please?"
Vinnie's jaw dropped and he ran out of the room.
"Oh, well, I tried," she said to herself. She sneezed
again, groaned and turned the TV on.
Throttle looked up from the kitchen table when he heard Vinnie
come in. "Hey Vinnie, what's wrong?"
"Yeah, you look pale," Modo said.
"Well he's white," Throttle said. "He's always
looks pale." They laughed and Vinnie sat down.
"Oh man," Vinnie said.
"What's wrong?" Throttle asked again.
"Man, Charley just asked me to do something that I could
never do," he said shuddering.
"What?"
"Shoot her," Vinnie said.
"What!?" Modo and Throttle said together.
"I said `Shoot her'. She asked me to shoot her," he
said and began shaking.
"I'm not surprised," said a woman's voice behind him.
"What!?" they all said in unison and saw Mrs. Davidson.
"I'm not surprised I said," she told them. "With
being as sick as she is." She put a small bag on the table
and went to get a pitcher of water. She brought that down with
a glass and picked up the bag. "I'll be right back to explain,"
she said and went into Charley's room. Vinnie had stopped shaking
by the time she came out. She went to the refrigerator and brought
out some rootbeer. She put a can in front of Vinnie and the others
then sat down.
"Now where to begin," she said.
"Why did she ask me to shoot her?" Vinnie asked her.
"Because she is feeling very bad," she said.
"ButbutI couldnever," he started to say.
"I know that and she knows that."
"Then why did she ask Vinnie that?" Throttle said.
"Let me start at the very beginning," she said. "You
may or may not know this bet in Pioneer Time, aka The Old West,
people would shoot their horses if they became hurt or sick. This
was done in order to put them out of their misery."
"Why would they do that?" Modo asked.
"Well they didn't have enough veterinarians out there like
they do now. It was a matter of the horse or the man. Especially
when they were far from the cities. They would then use the animal
for food."
"Ugh!" Vinnie said, grimacing.
"I agree," she said. "That is partly what Charlene
was asking you to do, Vinnie. She is feeling miserable right now
and would like to be put out of her misery. The glands in her
throat," and she put her hands to her neck, "are swollen
and I think she feels like her head will explode."
"Oh," Vinnie said.
"Don't be too worried about her," she told them. "She'll
feel better in a few days." She stood up and so did they.
"Well, it's time for me to go. When she gets hungry later
on, there's some soup in the cupboard and juice in the fridge.
She'll be drinking lots of water but there's also some ginger
ale in the fridge for her." After a pause, she said, "Okay,
I think you boys should be able to handle this. If you need anything
just call me." She went into Charley's room to tell her goodbye.
When she came out Throttle offered her his arm and she took it.
They escorted her to her car and she drove off. They went back
to the kitchen and saw Charley fixing herself some soup.
"Charley, what are you doing?" Throttle asked her.
"Yeah Charley, you should be in bed," Modo said.
"I'm hungry," she told them, leaning against the counter.
"Let us take care of that," Throttle said. "You
just need to go back to bed." He waved her away from the
counter and towards her room.
"Thanks, guys," she said, grateful. She turned to go
but Vinnie picked her up in his arms. "Vinnie!" she
exclaimed, surprised.
"Hey, just think of me as your knight in white fur,"
he said with a smile.
"Oh, you," she said then snuggled closer, leaning her
head against his chest. He carried her to the room and put her
on the bed. She moved to the top of her bed and sat with her back
against the wall. Vinnie sat next to her and she put her head
on his shoulder. A few minutes later, Throttle and Modo came in
with the soup. They snickered when they saw Vinnie and Charley
sitting there.
"Oh, stop that," she said, lifting her head up.
Vinnie stood up and brought over a table. Throttle put the soup
on and Modo brought some root beer and ginger ale.
"How are you feeling?" Throttle asked her.
"A little better now that the aspirin is working," she
said, waiting for the soup to cool down. "Guys, I'm really
sorry I scared you when I asked Vinnie to shoot me. I wasn't thinking
when I asked that."
"It's okay, now that your mom explained it to us," Throttle
said, sitting at the end of the bed. Vinnie and Modo were sitting
in chairs next to the bed.
"Mom gave me a small lecture because I had scared you so
bad," she said. "It's just that Dad and I would play
this game when I was younger. When I would hurt myself he would
offer to cut the offending limb off. If my head was hurting he'd
offer to stomp on my toe."
"Why would he say that?" Modo asked, his eye glowing
with anger.
"Oh, no Modo," she said quickly, "he would never
actually do something like that to me. It was just a way to get
my mind off of the pain. When I was in my late teens, I started
asking him if he would shoot me. The first time I asked him he
looked startled that left the room. I was about to go after him
and apologize when he came back. He asked me if I still wanted
to be shot. I said yes and he pulled out a cap gun. He pulled
the trigger and I fell onto the bed, acting like he shot me, and
started to laugh. I told him thank you and he started to laugh."
She smiled, remembering, then started eating her soup.
"Well, that was an interesting story," Throttle said,
then looked at Modo and Vinnie. "If you need anything call
us." Modo and Throttle stood up.
"Thanks," she said. "I am really sorry that I scared
you three."
"No lasting harm," Throttle said, pausing at the door
then they left.
Vinnie was still sitting there when Charley finished eating. She
put the bowl down, leaned lead against the wall and sighed.
"Is there something I can do now, babe?" Vinnie asked.
"No, not really," she said without opening her eyes.
"It just has to run its course. The medicine I'm taking will
start to help as soon as it gets into my system." She stretched
out and he pulled the cover over her. "Thank you, Vinnie,"
she said.
"Anything for you, babe," he said and kissed her on
her forehead. He left then.
The fourth morning after she went to the doctor, she felt well
enough to make her own breakfast. She headed downstairs and went
into the kitchen. While she was toasting some bread she heard
strange noises coming from the garage. She went there and then
groaned when she saw what was wrong. The Mice were sitting in
front of the TV and they all sounded as sick as she felt a couple
of days ago.
"I was hoping this wouldn't happen," she said.
"Charley, what are you doing out of bed?" Throttle asked
her sounding stuffed up.
"The question should be why aren't you guys in bed?"
she asked in return. She walked in front of them and pulled Throttle
up. "Come on," she told them, "or do I have to
carry you guys to your rooms?"
They stood up and walked to their rooms. "But we need to
take care of you," Modo said as they went into their rooms.
"I'm feeling better now so it's my turn," she told him.
She came into Modo's room and he said, "Sorry Charley-mam."
He was lying on his bed.
"That's all right Modo," she told him. "I was half
expecting this." She put her hand to his cheek and caressed
him. "Just get some rest."
She entered Throttle's room and he said, "I hate being sick."
"I know how you feel," she told him, walking to his
bed.
"Your medicines won't work for us," he said, sitting
up.
"I know," she said, gently pushing him back down, "that's
why I had Rimfire bring some the last time he visited Modo."
"That was smart of you," he said, then groaned.
"Now rest quietly and I'll be back," she said. She bent
over and kissed his cheek. She left his room and went to hers.
She called her mom and asked her, "Hi, Mom. Would you mind
picking up some stuff for me? The Mice caught my cold."
"Of course, Charlene," she said. "Don't worry about
a thing, I'll be over in a while." "Thanks Mom,"
she said. She hung the phone up and headed for Vinnie's room.
"Hey, hot shot," she said as she entered.
Vinnie groaned loudly and asked, "Were you feeling like this
the first day?"
"Yes," she said, sitting next to him.
"I've never felt this bad before," he said and groaned
again.
She stood up and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes," he said with his eyes closed. "Shoot me,
quick."
She smiled, pulled out a cap gun and pulled the trigger.