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As I walked into the hospital, I heard the voice of some woman from the intercom and the coughs of the sick. I scanned the environment of the bustling building, I noticed young looking man sitting at what appeared to be the front desk. As I approached him, I asked,
“Would you mind pointing me to the ICU?”
“Sure thing sir it’s on the third floor on the second right.”
Now that I have the information I need I headed to the elevator leaving the sound of conversation behind. As the elevator closed, I pushed the button to the third floor. I looked up from my phone after I heard the ding to see a nurse pushing a very elderly man. As I walked out to the third floor, the already pungent odor of cleaning supplies that could be smelt on the first floor paled in comparison to this. As I followed the instructions from the man at the front desk. I arrived at the ICU ward; I noticed a man and what I presumed to be his child leaving in tears from what I imagine is the news from a lost relative. I walked past them and ask a passing nurse for the bed of a “Mr. Mark Edwards” the nurse obliged. She took me to him, I sat down. Despite his concerned look the nurse didn’t notice as she left. The moment the nurse left Mr. Edwards started asking questions
“Who are you?”
“Why are you here?”
“What do you want from me?”
“Calm down, calm down Mr. Edwards, I’m just here talk, your wife sent me. She said she’s too busy with work.” I said explaining myself. Mr. Edwards seems a lot calmer after my explanation “So what are you here to talk about?” Mr. Edwards asked
“Anything.” I responded. So, we talked.
We talked a lot me and Mark, (he said I could call him that) talked about his job as a lawyer, and the cases he was covering, how his wife is. We also talk about how he ended up here. It turns out his chest got crushed in a head on collision, last week he had surgery to re-construct his ribs and is currently recovering. Its amazing how long two strangers can talk. It was hours since I arrived at quarter past five. It was eight when I next look at the clock. We talked for another two hours. As it came to ten when a nurse came to check up on mark. The ward was silent after the nurse left; the other patients were asleep. The time was now. without hesitation I took out the knife that was sitting impatiently in my sleeve since the moment I arrived. And stabbed it into marks throat, it sliced through his neck “your wife did hire me” I muttered for only him to hear “but to kill you, sorry!” I left to the sounds of mark chocking on his blood.
I left the hospital, nodding to a different guy now at the front desk. Such a shame, I thought that a wife would hire an assassin on her own husband. But I don't really think about the reason my clients hired me, but I didn’t care as I walked out of the hospital, another kill completed.
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