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I don't own Smith or anybody from the film. The other characters may or may
not show up later.
If anything is familiar to you from this or any other movie I don't own it.
I'm just playing with them.
Chapter Eight: Mercy Killing
Smith was standing in front of the hospital. He hesitated to go in. He hated hospitals. He hated humans. Really. And now he had to go inside. This building was full of humans. Sick humans. They would cough and sneeze at him and there was that strange smell everywhere. The whole place was disgusting. But he had to go inside. He walked to the counter and said to a young nurse:
"Can you tell me where can I find Mr. Samuel Potter's room?"
"Are you a relative or a friend?"
Now Smith hesitated again. Why was it so difficult to say 'friend'. It's just a simple word and doesn't mean anything to him. And the nurse was staring at him too.
"A friend."- said Smith.
The nurse was typing for a while then she said:
"Oh, I'm sorry but I can't let you in. His condition is grave and ... "- but she didn't finished because Smith leaned closer and looked her in the eye. Then he said:
"I think you didn't understand me, Ms."- Smith looked at her label then at her again - "Williams. I have to see him but I can also ask in an other way if you continue wasting my time. Tell me that room number. Quick!"
"Hey!"- shouted a doctor behind them.
Smith didn't turn. He held the nurse's stare.
"What's the problem?" - asked the doctor.
"Nothing."-said Smith as he took off his sunglasses and turned to the doctor.
He was a little bit 'surprised'. He could saw a woman in front of him. A female doctor.
"An antiviral."-murmured Smith.
"Pardon?"-asked the doctor.
"Nothing."- said Smith.
"This man wants to see Mr. Samuel Potter and doesn't understand that I can't let him in."- said the nurse.
The doctor looked at Smith then she said:
"Aren't you Mr. Smith?"
"Agent Smith. How did you know?"
"I'm Mr. Potter's doctor. Dr. Susanne Adams.- said she and reached out her hand.
Smith was just looking at her and didn't return her gesture. Finally he said:
"I don't have time to waste, Dr. Adams. You let me visit him otherwise I will call my colleagues and we will turn the whole building upside down looking for Mr. Potter. You can choose."
She hesitated for a while but Smith seemed quite determined.
"All right. I will let you visit him but just you and just for some minutes."- said she then turned to the nurse:
"Don't worry. Everything will be all right."- then she turned to Smith again:
"But you have to wait because I have an other patient waiting for me. Sit down here. I'll be right back."-said Dr. Adams and left Smith with the nurse.
Smith looked at her. She was looking at him too.
"You aren't his friend, are you?"
Smith didn't answer.
"What kind of Agent are you? CIA, FBI?"
Smith was still silent.
"Why don't you answer?"
"Because you're asking wrong questions and if I answered these questions I would have to kill you." - said Smith and left the nurse at the counter.
He wanted a silent place but it was impossible there. Finally he sat down on an empty chair and he was sitting there like a statue until the doctor came back.
"Follow me. I will walk with you to his room and there is also something for you. Come!"
Smith went with the doctor. There were so many people around them and it was really uncomfortable for Smith. Finally they reached the elevator. It was empty. When the doors closed the doctor turned to him:
"You don't like this place, do you?"
"It's an understatement, Dr. Adams."
"You are an Agent. You have never had a bullet wound or something like that?"
"No. Usually I cause them."
There was silence. But the elevator's door opened and they headed towards the room.
"We are here, Agent Smith."
They stepped into the room. Dr. Adams went to Sam and checked him. Smith was just standing in the door. Sam was full of tubes and a machine helped him breathe. He seemed to be sleeping. There were several monitors around him too. He was a strange sight. Smith was watching him and the monitors for a while. He had never seen such a thing before. He hadn't cared about it before. His task was to find and destroy somebody not to care what happened with them after it. And his targets almost never escaped. But this case, this target was something different. He wasn't a target. He wasn't an unknown somebody. He had a face, he had a voice and he had personality. Yes, killing somebody who was just a name and a number was a little bit different even for Smith. He could kill him, yes, but it would be different.
"You didn't expect this, did you?"-asked the doctor.
"How is he?"-asked Smith.
"Well, not very well. It was a miracle that he survived the operation. His bullet wound is very serious. The bullet hit his lungs and he also had internal bleeding and because of a blood clot he had a stroke. Because he is old I don't know how long his heart will bear it. He lapsed into coma after the operation. We have no choice but ..." - she didn't finished the sentence.
"Waiting for him to die."- finished Smith.
"I'm sorry but we can't do anything else."
Dr. Adams looked at Smith. Finally she said:
"Oh, and here what I mentioned before. It bears your name."- said Dr. Adams as she handled an envelope to Smith.
Smith glanced at it then at her.
"I leave you with him, but don't stay for long."- said she and left the room.
Smith pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down. He took off his sunglasses and removed his earpiece. Then he opened the envelope. It was a letter from Sam. Smith started reading.
Smith,
I left "dear" out because it would sound quite stupidly. I'm sure you
agree. If you get this note it means that I'm in a really great trouble and the meeting didn't go well either. But you said it in advance. You was right. That Agent Stevenson caused the whole mess, but I had no time to inform you. I'm sorry. He told humans that it would be a trap. I can heard him. Me and my daughter. Yes, I've got a daughter. That was my secret that you wanted to know so much. Now you regretted it, yeah? You have to find an other paper on which there is her address. And her name is Kate Thompson. Please, don't let that Agent kill her. She didn't do anything and she doesn't deserve it. Perhaps it wasn't a wise thing that I told you these thing about her but you are my only hope. It's funny, isn't it. But it's also true. And it's also true that I enjoyed the time we spent together. But I don't think you have the same feeling, oh, sorry, thought. It wasn't always a smooth sailing and I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused and for my remarks. No offence was meant. Really. You are the strangest creature I've ever met in my life Smith, and believe it or not, I didn't regret it. It was quite an experience. A memorable one.
Bye
Sam
P.S.: If you find me in a hospital bed with tubes, machines, monitors, please, "pull the plug". I don't want to vegetate for month or years before I die. It's just not my style. I know you can understand me and you can do it. If it weren't you I wouldn't ask. I leave it to your discretion because I know that your decisions are driven by logic not emotion, so you will act in the proper way.
Smith needed time. He inclined his head. Then he looked at Sam. After several minutes he pocketed the letter and put back his sunglasses. He made a choice. He rose from the chair and walked towards the door. He grabbed the knob and closed the door. Then he turned and walked to the respirator. After some seconds he put it out. Sam stopped breathing and soon his heart also stopped beating. The monitors started whistling. Smith switched them off. He was standing there for a while looking at the body. How many times he wanted this annoying, gassy guy to die. Now he was dead. But Smith wasn't happy. He didn't know why. He should be happy or at least satisfied. But he wasn't.
He put back his earpiece. Now he had to leave the building. After he reached the exit he felt better. Now he was thinking about the letter and the address. An other thing that confused him and this case will be a tough nut to crack. But he was also happy that he could go back to Jones, Brown and the others, to his office where he belonged. This hospital thing was just too much. Too many people, too many things and feelings(?) that confused him.
Chapter Eight: Mercy Killing
Smith was standing in front of the hospital. He hesitated to go in. He hated hospitals. He hated humans. Really. And now he had to go inside. This building was full of humans. Sick humans. They would cough and sneeze at him and there was that strange smell everywhere. The whole place was disgusting. But he had to go inside. He walked to the counter and said to a young nurse:
"Can you tell me where can I find Mr. Samuel Potter's room?"
"Are you a relative or a friend?"
Now Smith hesitated again. Why was it so difficult to say 'friend'. It's just a simple word and doesn't mean anything to him. And the nurse was staring at him too.
"A friend."- said Smith.
The nurse was typing for a while then she said:
"Oh, I'm sorry but I can't let you in. His condition is grave and ... "- but she didn't finished because Smith leaned closer and looked her in the eye. Then he said:
"I think you didn't understand me, Ms."- Smith looked at her label then at her again - "Williams. I have to see him but I can also ask in an other way if you continue wasting my time. Tell me that room number. Quick!"
"Hey!"- shouted a doctor behind them.
Smith didn't turn. He held the nurse's stare.
"What's the problem?" - asked the doctor.
"Nothing."-said Smith as he took off his sunglasses and turned to the doctor.
He was a little bit 'surprised'. He could saw a woman in front of him. A female doctor.
"An antiviral."-murmured Smith.
"Pardon?"-asked the doctor.
"Nothing."- said Smith.
"This man wants to see Mr. Samuel Potter and doesn't understand that I can't let him in."- said the nurse.
The doctor looked at Smith then she said:
"Aren't you Mr. Smith?"
"Agent Smith. How did you know?"
"I'm Mr. Potter's doctor. Dr. Susanne Adams.- said she and reached out her hand.
Smith was just looking at her and didn't return her gesture. Finally he said:
"I don't have time to waste, Dr. Adams. You let me visit him otherwise I will call my colleagues and we will turn the whole building upside down looking for Mr. Potter. You can choose."
She hesitated for a while but Smith seemed quite determined.
"All right. I will let you visit him but just you and just for some minutes."- said she then turned to the nurse:
"Don't worry. Everything will be all right."- then she turned to Smith again:
"But you have to wait because I have an other patient waiting for me. Sit down here. I'll be right back."-said Dr. Adams and left Smith with the nurse.
Smith looked at her. She was looking at him too.
"You aren't his friend, are you?"
Smith didn't answer.
"What kind of Agent are you? CIA, FBI?"
Smith was still silent.
"Why don't you answer?"
"Because you're asking wrong questions and if I answered these questions I would have to kill you." - said Smith and left the nurse at the counter.
He wanted a silent place but it was impossible there. Finally he sat down on an empty chair and he was sitting there like a statue until the doctor came back.
"Follow me. I will walk with you to his room and there is also something for you. Come!"
Smith went with the doctor. There were so many people around them and it was really uncomfortable for Smith. Finally they reached the elevator. It was empty. When the doors closed the doctor turned to him:
"You don't like this place, do you?"
"It's an understatement, Dr. Adams."
"You are an Agent. You have never had a bullet wound or something like that?"
"No. Usually I cause them."
There was silence. But the elevator's door opened and they headed towards the room.
"We are here, Agent Smith."
They stepped into the room. Dr. Adams went to Sam and checked him. Smith was just standing in the door. Sam was full of tubes and a machine helped him breathe. He seemed to be sleeping. There were several monitors around him too. He was a strange sight. Smith was watching him and the monitors for a while. He had never seen such a thing before. He hadn't cared about it before. His task was to find and destroy somebody not to care what happened with them after it. And his targets almost never escaped. But this case, this target was something different. He wasn't a target. He wasn't an unknown somebody. He had a face, he had a voice and he had personality. Yes, killing somebody who was just a name and a number was a little bit different even for Smith. He could kill him, yes, but it would be different.
"You didn't expect this, did you?"-asked the doctor.
"How is he?"-asked Smith.
"Well, not very well. It was a miracle that he survived the operation. His bullet wound is very serious. The bullet hit his lungs and he also had internal bleeding and because of a blood clot he had a stroke. Because he is old I don't know how long his heart will bear it. He lapsed into coma after the operation. We have no choice but ..." - she didn't finished the sentence.
"Waiting for him to die."- finished Smith.
"I'm sorry but we can't do anything else."
Dr. Adams looked at Smith. Finally she said:
"Oh, and here what I mentioned before. It bears your name."- said Dr. Adams as she handled an envelope to Smith.
Smith glanced at it then at her.
"I leave you with him, but don't stay for long."- said she and left the room.
Smith pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down. He took off his sunglasses and removed his earpiece. Then he opened the envelope. It was a letter from Sam. Smith started reading.
Smith,
I left "dear" out because it would sound quite stupidly. I'm sure you
agree. If you get this note it means that I'm in a really great trouble and the meeting didn't go well either. But you said it in advance. You was right. That Agent Stevenson caused the whole mess, but I had no time to inform you. I'm sorry. He told humans that it would be a trap. I can heard him. Me and my daughter. Yes, I've got a daughter. That was my secret that you wanted to know so much. Now you regretted it, yeah? You have to find an other paper on which there is her address. And her name is Kate Thompson. Please, don't let that Agent kill her. She didn't do anything and she doesn't deserve it. Perhaps it wasn't a wise thing that I told you these thing about her but you are my only hope. It's funny, isn't it. But it's also true. And it's also true that I enjoyed the time we spent together. But I don't think you have the same feeling, oh, sorry, thought. It wasn't always a smooth sailing and I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused and for my remarks. No offence was meant. Really. You are the strangest creature I've ever met in my life Smith, and believe it or not, I didn't regret it. It was quite an experience. A memorable one.
Bye
Sam
P.S.: If you find me in a hospital bed with tubes, machines, monitors, please, "pull the plug". I don't want to vegetate for month or years before I die. It's just not my style. I know you can understand me and you can do it. If it weren't you I wouldn't ask. I leave it to your discretion because I know that your decisions are driven by logic not emotion, so you will act in the proper way.
Smith needed time. He inclined his head. Then he looked at Sam. After several minutes he pocketed the letter and put back his sunglasses. He made a choice. He rose from the chair and walked towards the door. He grabbed the knob and closed the door. Then he turned and walked to the respirator. After some seconds he put it out. Sam stopped breathing and soon his heart also stopped beating. The monitors started whistling. Smith switched them off. He was standing there for a while looking at the body. How many times he wanted this annoying, gassy guy to die. Now he was dead. But Smith wasn't happy. He didn't know why. He should be happy or at least satisfied. But he wasn't.
He put back his earpiece. Now he had to leave the building. After he reached the exit he felt better. Now he was thinking about the letter and the address. An other thing that confused him and this case will be a tough nut to crack. But he was also happy that he could go back to Jones, Brown and the others, to his office where he belonged. This hospital thing was just too much. Too many people, too many things and feelings(?) that confused him.
