Chapter Twelve
The elevator door of the Smallville general Hospital opened at the third floor, as a couple of people stepped out. There were nurses and doctors in that mix of people but majority are visitors for some patients staying at that floor. One of the visitors is a brunette teenager attired in a light blue sheer shirt, atop a dark blue tube and slim plaid calf length pants with sandals to match. She is Linda Danvers.
Fastened on her shoulders is her school backpack, in her arms, she cradled a small bouquet of flowers. Linda just came from school and as soon as the bell rang, she promptly advised Clark, who is busy at the Torch's office doing some work, that she's dropping by the hospital to visit Mrs. Adler.
Clark, being a gentleman and a complete sweetheart that he is, volunteered to go along with her. Though the offer sounds tempting and Linda wouldn't actually mind spending sometime with him, she stated firmly that she'd go alone.
On her way to 312, to see Mrs. Adler, Linda was reminded of the special bond that she and Clark had almost instantly. After they brought the groceries home yesterday, Linda assisted Mrs. Kent with the house chores while the Kent men minded the barn and the fields.
Clark even showed her how to work the rusty farm tractor, to her absolute enjoyment, in the field. It's not like every day that a girl would get the chance to drive a tractor. Well, city girl's like here even.
The whole family helped preparing that night's diner. Mrs. Kent's famous chicken casserole was the main dish. Often, while dicing and chopping some vegetables, Linda would throw small bits of them over to Clark's direction. Clark would of course want to get even, tossing small cubes of his work to Linda.
The two knuckleheads were giggling when Mr. Kent ordered them to stop the vegetable 'fight'. They stopped, said their apologies and went on with their work. Ones Jonathan left, the 'fight' started again. It was cute.
The night grew deeper and it was bedtime for the whole Kent household. The couple, Martha and Jonathan, proceeded to the masters bedroom, while Clark and Linda carried on to their respective rooms.
Lying flat on her bed, Linda couldn't make herself go to sleep. Clark was having the same problem in his room. Encouraged by her desire to talk to Clark, Linda tip toed out of her room and sneaked into Clark's. As expected the lights were out.
Realizing that his door creaked, Clark fluttered his eyes open, seeing a figure in the dark. He sat up on his bed, alarmed that it might be Nick Adler. The figure flipped on the switch and to Clark's surprise, it was Linda.
"What's wrong?" He asked pulling his comforters up on his chest.
"Couldn't sleep." Linda replied in a soft voice. She had on her white cotton pajamas designed with little pink bunnies scattered all over. Clark reckoned that she looks cute in it. "Did I wake you up or some sort?"
"No." Clark uttered without hesitation. He was wearing a plain white shirt and bottomed it with his blue pajama trousers. "Not at all."
"Oh good." She let out, relieved. Still standing next to the switch.
"Come in." He invited, gesturing her to come close to the bed.
Linda propped the spot near the foot of the bed and gave out a sigh. They talked almost about everything, from the students of Smallville and Leesburg, the bland cafeteria food, the teachers, and their love lives. She psychoanalyzed Clark and in return, Clark psychoanalyzed her. It was that period when Clark kinda opened up to Linda about his 'crush' for Lana Lang. Jealousy gripped Linda's heart while listening to Clark's story. It's hard to compete with a girl who basically grew up with your crush.
Clark then listened to Linda's story. She hasn't had a boy friend, which Clark reckoned is a bit unbelievable judging from her looks. Linda's that type of girl who still believes in fate, destiny and soul mates. Very old fashioned for a city girl. They had a blast learning new things from each other. The conversation ended at around 3 in the morning!
Linda, now walking the halls of the third floor of the Smallville general, smiled back at the memories. She wouldn't forget that, especially when Clark planted a kiss on her forehead and mumbled a sweet goodnight.
"312." Linda read the golden number on the door, mentally. She knocked and twisted the handle.
"Hi." Mrs. Adler greeted, sitting at the edge of her bed, as her legs dangled at the side. She recalled that pretty face to be Linda.
"Hello." She retorted, flashing a smile.
Linda was puzzled when she regarded that Mrs. Adler's stuff was gone. The beautiful floral bouquet on top of the table, the chairs and her rack of food on one side of the room, were all gone. The only remaining stuff were basically the bare hospital bed and the empty cabinets.
"What's going on? Where's your stuff?" Linda questioned her eyes wandering the bare room.
"Thank you." Mrs. Adler murmured, accepting the bouquet that this girl handed her. "I'm going home."
"Really? That's great!" She stated in sheer glee. Mrs. Adler nodded, trying to lie down on her bed. Linda assisted her carefully. "Where's your family?"
"They're going to pick me up later." The old lady informed, with a weak voice. She's having a hard time talking, abruptly. Linda thought that it was a bit rude of her family to leave Mrs. Adler here, alone.
"On behalf of the Torch, we would like to thank you for the interview." Linda announced, sitting close to Mrs. Adler.
"Oh that's nothing." Mrs. Adler tried to utter as she smiled. Her face, developing deep and serious wrinkles when she did it. Linda regarded that the wounds on her face left no trace.
The old lady slowly shut her eyes and her wrinkled mouth turning into a sad frown.
"What's wrong?" Linda inquired compassionately to the Mrs. Adler, all the while brushing some gray hairs away from her furrowed forehead.
"I still think of her, you know."
"Who?"
"My Earth Angel." Mrs. Adler whispered.
"I'm sure she's thinking of you too." She spoke in a hushed tone, as the sun's rays that leaked through the window, illuminated her brown hair. Linda gazed at the nearly withered looking Mrs. Adler.
"Oh." The old lady sighed out heavily. Tears spilled down from the corner of her eyes and into the pillow that supported her weak head.
"If only I could see her for the last time." Mrs. Adler uttered under her breath with a sniff while tears still drips from her eyes. "I'm not getting any younger. I can feel death coming to me any time soon."
Linda tried her best to fight back her own tears from spilling. Looking at this old lady say those words, made her melancholic.
"Just this ones. I wish I could thank her." Grand Ma Adler mumbled softly, turning her head on one side, eyes still closed.
At this point Linda was battling with her thoughts. Will she execute this idea that popped inside her mind or not? This is absolutely huge. Voices started speaking in her thoughts. A part saying 'Yes, do it.' And the other part saying 'Do not.'
She's so confused. She's never been in this kind of situation before. Linda wanted to cry. She wanted to seek comfort and refuge within Clark's strong arms.
"Everything seemed to be ok, when I'm with him." Linda told herself, baffled with her plan.
A tear rolled down her blushing cheeks. She wiped it away instantly and at that moment, Linda had made up her mind. She's gonna do it. Linda got to her feet, she took a deep breath and commenced with the idea. First were her hazel eyes, those fake colored eyes. With the use of her pointing finger and thumb, she dilated the skin around her eyes. Linda carefully pinched the hazel contact lenses out, one eye at a time, revealing their true color. Light blue.
Then her final cover, the light brown hair she had on. She removed the perfectly hidden hair clips at each side of her head and at the back area. Linda pulled the long wig off slowly, exposing her natural hair color. Gleaming Blonde.
Her luscious blonde hair fell so smoothly on her shoulders, down to her slender back.
Sitting back on bed near Mrs. Adler, Linda held the old lady's face and turned it to her. Tears were still visible on her cheeks and eyes.
"Mrs. Adler." She called quietly, beaming a smile when she witnessed the old lady opened her eyes.
"It's you." Mrs. Adler uttered, eyes half opened. She caressed Linda's face admiringly, with a smile. "My Earth Angel."
"Yes." Linda held Mrs. Adler's feeble hand and squeezed it cautiously.
That moment finished with Mrs. Adler falling a sleep, probably tired from all the crying, and Linda putting her disguise back on. She was worried for a minute that Mrs. Adler might expose her to the public, and then she remembered that she's already old, no one would believe her surely. Or maybe she'd forget about it when she wakes up. Linda kissed Mrs. Adler on her forehead.
Grabbing her backpack on the end of the bed, she left the room and started for the elevator door. She arrived at the lobby and exited the hospital with a smile. Knowing that she has made the old lady's wish come true.
"Excuse me, I'm here to see Mrs. Miriam Adler." A tall guy with dark hair said, as he approached the nurse's reception area at the hospital lobby. "I was informed by phone that she got transferred to another room."
The chubby nurse in uniform, typed Mrs. Adler's name on the computer and checked the monitor for the data.
"Yes, she was transferred to the second floor, room 215, about three hours ago." The nurse announced.
"Mae," Another nurse came to the reception, talking to the chubby nurse. "I need the medication for the patient in room 215."
The chubby nurse handed her a tray full of cups field with all sorts of medicine. "While you're at it why don't you show this gentlemen Mrs. Adler's room. He's looking for her."
"Hi." The man said, offering a handshake. "I'm Ken Adler, her son."
"Janice." The female nurse accepted the handshake. "I was just talking to her a minute ago."
"She never runs out of stories to tell, huh?"
"Yeah, been talking for nearly 2 hours."
The elevator door of the Smallville general Hospital opened at the third floor, as a couple of people stepped out. There were nurses and doctors in that mix of people but majority are visitors for some patients staying at that floor. One of the visitors is a brunette teenager attired in a light blue sheer shirt, atop a dark blue tube and slim plaid calf length pants with sandals to match. She is Linda Danvers.
Fastened on her shoulders is her school backpack, in her arms, she cradled a small bouquet of flowers. Linda just came from school and as soon as the bell rang, she promptly advised Clark, who is busy at the Torch's office doing some work, that she's dropping by the hospital to visit Mrs. Adler.
Clark, being a gentleman and a complete sweetheart that he is, volunteered to go along with her. Though the offer sounds tempting and Linda wouldn't actually mind spending sometime with him, she stated firmly that she'd go alone.
On her way to 312, to see Mrs. Adler, Linda was reminded of the special bond that she and Clark had almost instantly. After they brought the groceries home yesterday, Linda assisted Mrs. Kent with the house chores while the Kent men minded the barn and the fields.
Clark even showed her how to work the rusty farm tractor, to her absolute enjoyment, in the field. It's not like every day that a girl would get the chance to drive a tractor. Well, city girl's like here even.
The whole family helped preparing that night's diner. Mrs. Kent's famous chicken casserole was the main dish. Often, while dicing and chopping some vegetables, Linda would throw small bits of them over to Clark's direction. Clark would of course want to get even, tossing small cubes of his work to Linda.
The two knuckleheads were giggling when Mr. Kent ordered them to stop the vegetable 'fight'. They stopped, said their apologies and went on with their work. Ones Jonathan left, the 'fight' started again. It was cute.
The night grew deeper and it was bedtime for the whole Kent household. The couple, Martha and Jonathan, proceeded to the masters bedroom, while Clark and Linda carried on to their respective rooms.
Lying flat on her bed, Linda couldn't make herself go to sleep. Clark was having the same problem in his room. Encouraged by her desire to talk to Clark, Linda tip toed out of her room and sneaked into Clark's. As expected the lights were out.
Realizing that his door creaked, Clark fluttered his eyes open, seeing a figure in the dark. He sat up on his bed, alarmed that it might be Nick Adler. The figure flipped on the switch and to Clark's surprise, it was Linda.
"What's wrong?" He asked pulling his comforters up on his chest.
"Couldn't sleep." Linda replied in a soft voice. She had on her white cotton pajamas designed with little pink bunnies scattered all over. Clark reckoned that she looks cute in it. "Did I wake you up or some sort?"
"No." Clark uttered without hesitation. He was wearing a plain white shirt and bottomed it with his blue pajama trousers. "Not at all."
"Oh good." She let out, relieved. Still standing next to the switch.
"Come in." He invited, gesturing her to come close to the bed.
Linda propped the spot near the foot of the bed and gave out a sigh. They talked almost about everything, from the students of Smallville and Leesburg, the bland cafeteria food, the teachers, and their love lives. She psychoanalyzed Clark and in return, Clark psychoanalyzed her. It was that period when Clark kinda opened up to Linda about his 'crush' for Lana Lang. Jealousy gripped Linda's heart while listening to Clark's story. It's hard to compete with a girl who basically grew up with your crush.
Clark then listened to Linda's story. She hasn't had a boy friend, which Clark reckoned is a bit unbelievable judging from her looks. Linda's that type of girl who still believes in fate, destiny and soul mates. Very old fashioned for a city girl. They had a blast learning new things from each other. The conversation ended at around 3 in the morning!
Linda, now walking the halls of the third floor of the Smallville general, smiled back at the memories. She wouldn't forget that, especially when Clark planted a kiss on her forehead and mumbled a sweet goodnight.
"312." Linda read the golden number on the door, mentally. She knocked and twisted the handle.
"Hi." Mrs. Adler greeted, sitting at the edge of her bed, as her legs dangled at the side. She recalled that pretty face to be Linda.
"Hello." She retorted, flashing a smile.
Linda was puzzled when she regarded that Mrs. Adler's stuff was gone. The beautiful floral bouquet on top of the table, the chairs and her rack of food on one side of the room, were all gone. The only remaining stuff were basically the bare hospital bed and the empty cabinets.
"What's going on? Where's your stuff?" Linda questioned her eyes wandering the bare room.
"Thank you." Mrs. Adler murmured, accepting the bouquet that this girl handed her. "I'm going home."
"Really? That's great!" She stated in sheer glee. Mrs. Adler nodded, trying to lie down on her bed. Linda assisted her carefully. "Where's your family?"
"They're going to pick me up later." The old lady informed, with a weak voice. She's having a hard time talking, abruptly. Linda thought that it was a bit rude of her family to leave Mrs. Adler here, alone.
"On behalf of the Torch, we would like to thank you for the interview." Linda announced, sitting close to Mrs. Adler.
"Oh that's nothing." Mrs. Adler tried to utter as she smiled. Her face, developing deep and serious wrinkles when she did it. Linda regarded that the wounds on her face left no trace.
The old lady slowly shut her eyes and her wrinkled mouth turning into a sad frown.
"What's wrong?" Linda inquired compassionately to the Mrs. Adler, all the while brushing some gray hairs away from her furrowed forehead.
"I still think of her, you know."
"Who?"
"My Earth Angel." Mrs. Adler whispered.
"I'm sure she's thinking of you too." She spoke in a hushed tone, as the sun's rays that leaked through the window, illuminated her brown hair. Linda gazed at the nearly withered looking Mrs. Adler.
"Oh." The old lady sighed out heavily. Tears spilled down from the corner of her eyes and into the pillow that supported her weak head.
"If only I could see her for the last time." Mrs. Adler uttered under her breath with a sniff while tears still drips from her eyes. "I'm not getting any younger. I can feel death coming to me any time soon."
Linda tried her best to fight back her own tears from spilling. Looking at this old lady say those words, made her melancholic.
"Just this ones. I wish I could thank her." Grand Ma Adler mumbled softly, turning her head on one side, eyes still closed.
At this point Linda was battling with her thoughts. Will she execute this idea that popped inside her mind or not? This is absolutely huge. Voices started speaking in her thoughts. A part saying 'Yes, do it.' And the other part saying 'Do not.'
She's so confused. She's never been in this kind of situation before. Linda wanted to cry. She wanted to seek comfort and refuge within Clark's strong arms.
"Everything seemed to be ok, when I'm with him." Linda told herself, baffled with her plan.
A tear rolled down her blushing cheeks. She wiped it away instantly and at that moment, Linda had made up her mind. She's gonna do it. Linda got to her feet, she took a deep breath and commenced with the idea. First were her hazel eyes, those fake colored eyes. With the use of her pointing finger and thumb, she dilated the skin around her eyes. Linda carefully pinched the hazel contact lenses out, one eye at a time, revealing their true color. Light blue.
Then her final cover, the light brown hair she had on. She removed the perfectly hidden hair clips at each side of her head and at the back area. Linda pulled the long wig off slowly, exposing her natural hair color. Gleaming Blonde.
Her luscious blonde hair fell so smoothly on her shoulders, down to her slender back.
Sitting back on bed near Mrs. Adler, Linda held the old lady's face and turned it to her. Tears were still visible on her cheeks and eyes.
"Mrs. Adler." She called quietly, beaming a smile when she witnessed the old lady opened her eyes.
"It's you." Mrs. Adler uttered, eyes half opened. She caressed Linda's face admiringly, with a smile. "My Earth Angel."
"Yes." Linda held Mrs. Adler's feeble hand and squeezed it cautiously.
That moment finished with Mrs. Adler falling a sleep, probably tired from all the crying, and Linda putting her disguise back on. She was worried for a minute that Mrs. Adler might expose her to the public, and then she remembered that she's already old, no one would believe her surely. Or maybe she'd forget about it when she wakes up. Linda kissed Mrs. Adler on her forehead.
Grabbing her backpack on the end of the bed, she left the room and started for the elevator door. She arrived at the lobby and exited the hospital with a smile. Knowing that she has made the old lady's wish come true.
"Excuse me, I'm here to see Mrs. Miriam Adler." A tall guy with dark hair said, as he approached the nurse's reception area at the hospital lobby. "I was informed by phone that she got transferred to another room."
The chubby nurse in uniform, typed Mrs. Adler's name on the computer and checked the monitor for the data.
"Yes, she was transferred to the second floor, room 215, about three hours ago." The nurse announced.
"Mae," Another nurse came to the reception, talking to the chubby nurse. "I need the medication for the patient in room 215."
The chubby nurse handed her a tray full of cups field with all sorts of medicine. "While you're at it why don't you show this gentlemen Mrs. Adler's room. He's looking for her."
"Hi." The man said, offering a handshake. "I'm Ken Adler, her son."
"Janice." The female nurse accepted the handshake. "I was just talking to her a minute ago."
"She never runs out of stories to tell, huh?"
"Yeah, been talking for nearly 2 hours."