THE AFTERMATH
Leorio left the room. John on the other hand was still trembling from the fact that he was so close to die such a horrible death. John lay in bed with three corpses in the room thinking how he would face Sean after what had happened.
After some time some people came and cleaned the room, and then after some more time another person in a doctor's apron came in.
John; Dr. Lee! It's been a while. Hasn't it been?
Dr.Lee; Yes. That's right. I was under the impression that you had learned to look after yourself and wouldn't end up coming to hospital. You people never learn. Do you?
John; I left my guard down. I should have grasped the situation and work accordingly.
Dr. Lee; At Least you know the seriousness of the situation. Not like some airhead, who is playing with monkeys outside.
John; huh? (looks towards the window and sees Leorio being chased by a monkey for stealing it's banana.)(starts laughing)
Dr. Lee; Stop laughing, you jerk!( hitting him with a rolled newspaper.)
John; aaack! Hey doc! I ain't healed completely. You remember right?!
Dr. Lee; Read it!
John; Yeah I know I can read the atmosphere!
Dr. Lee; ( hitting again with the newspaper roll) not the atmosphere, newspaper you second airhead!
John; aah...aack! Okay!
In the newspaper there was news about the death of all the agents but they were all made to look like an accident.
Dr. Lee; If you don't want to end up like them, keep your guard up even when you're asleep.
John; yeah..
Dr. Lee; now lay down I need to give you some medication. Some painkillers would help.
John; Maybe you should stop hitting your patients, if you care so much about them.
Dr. Lee; (punching John) Maybe I should beat you to death, that will help you to not bear any pain further!
After being given the medication John lay asleep in his bed while the whole hospital was in a ruckus. Soon someone entered his room with a knife. Moving close to John, he raised his knife in his shaking hand and pulled it to land a fatal blow, but suddenly he stopped, telling himself he can't do it. He put the knife away and placed a folded piece of paper on the table next to John's bed, then turned towards the window, opened it and jumped out, vanishing in the darkness of the night.
John opened his eyes the next day, then looked towards the sun and wind coming through the window. He felt something ache under his chest. After staring out at the sky for moments he turned to get up from the bed, he saw the piece of paper fluttering in the wind.
In the letter was written; John. It's Sean. I left you alive, not because I've forgiven you or anything. You saved my and Mia's life once. Consider this a payback. If you ever come in front of me or come in my path, I won't be so generous. Keep that in mind. I am leaving the agency. I will find the person responsible and mince him to the smallest piece. I hope we never cross paths. Farewell.
John kept the letter aside, moved toward the washroom. He washed his face, then stared at the mirror for a moment. In anger on himself, he punched the mirror, breaking it to pieces, and also leading to cuts on his hand. Hearing the sound Dr. Lee rushed in. when she entered, she saw John on the ground with his face towards the ground, tears streaming down his eyes, hands clenched in anger, with blood flowing out of them.
After being treated by Dr. Lee and also being scolded for breaking the hospital's property and also lecturing for Sean's last night run, John was discharged from the hospital. He reached home after a couple of hour's drive. He entered his house after unlocking it. His house was not very lavish. It was just a two storey house painted red, white and black. It had a small garden with two plum trees and white fence. It had a roof and a rooster windmill. After he entered the house he saw a dining table for six on his left hand side, a sofa set and an armchair to his right and sunlight lighting them. In the Middle was a staircase to the second floor where there were four rooms. He moved and sat in the armchair breathing out a sigh and looked up towards the fan rotating in the middle of two chandeliers.
Leorio; So, Sean ran away? (walking down the staircase reading a book on detectives.)
John; ( Startled) Hey! Can you be more declarative of your presence before you surprise someone to death?
One of these days I get this feeling I am going to die from my heart being pounded out of my chest.
Leorio; stop whining like a kid. I would not let you die because of something as menial as heart attack.
John;( aside) You're the one causing it!
Leorio; There's been some talk in the agency. They are going to regard Sean as a rogue if he doesn't return within a week. Old man Gabe tried his best to shield him but the high officials have regarded one week more than enough time.
John; what?? But Sean didn't do anything to be tagged as a rogue agent!
Leorio; Worry about yourself kid. You ain't in the best case scenario to worry about others. There will be a trial on you. You need to come to the agency with me.
John; hey! Wait. What did I do?
Leorio; high officials have words of you stopping Sean from going to Mia's room, the night she died and also your disappearance on the fifth day of every month, is questionable.
John; So someone is trying to frame me. That means someone in the agency is the enemy's dog. I know I was at fault for stopping Sean that night but I didn't have any ulterior motive to it. As for the disappearance on the fifth of every month, you know my reason, Leorio.
Leorio; Yeah I know kid. Why can't you tell them about her, like you told me?
John; Somethings are better unknown.
Leorio; It's been five years. What is your reason to keep it a secret?
John; it's just yesterday for me. I lost her because of this agency, but I still stayed. Seems like It's time I followed Sean's steps.
Leorio; better come with me for now. We are going to the agency.
John; Do you mind if I drink a little? I am getting this feeling that I might end up killing those higher ups if I go without it.
Leorio; Sure! Make one for me too!