The Hospital Bill

"I guess I was probably beaten up so badly that I can't remember what happened next, damn!"

 He stood up, still a bit dizzy, and walked out of the room. It turned out j cole was dumped in an abandoned building in a rural area. But the weird aspect about his current state was the presence of a grave big enough to fit a room, but that wasn't the focus.

"You've got to be kidding me! How is this possible? A dusty car!" He couldn't make out the model; the dusty car was covered with muddy soil with only the driver's door slightly open. It just didn't make sense, "probably a rich foul was buried in his car with the hope of cruising the heavens in the afterlife. I've got to take a look", with a newfound vigor and a temporal rush of adrenaline J Cole jumped into the grave.

He landed on the roof of the car and then on the floor, he could barely make out the inner look of the car, but just like any curious being on earth, he entered the car.

Boom!!

The door shut automatically.

[Initializing]..

[Target acquired]….

[Transmitting inheritance]….

J Cole was horrified, he felt like a space was forcefully being created in his brain. "J Cole's terror intensified, a crushing weight pressing against his skull, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Are the heavens set against me?" he choked out through a voice heavy with desperation. "Was this life given to me just to snatch it away?" Overwhelmed with regret, unwillingness, and a profound, searing hurt, he felt his very soul breaking.

In that cruel moment, he could only see the world as a malevolent, heartless place. He reached the nadir of his strength and surrendered, a quiver in his voice as he whispered, "Take it if you wish, I don't care anymore!"

And then, in an unexpected twist of fate,

[Criteria reached]...

[Transmitting soul energy]….

J Cole blacked out immediately.

...….

J Cole was in a state of complete bewilderment as he woke up in a sterile, unfamiliar hospital room. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air, and the soft hum of medical equipment filled his ears. He tried to sit up, but pain coursed through his body, causing him to wince.

"Where am I?" J Cole muttered, his voice cold.

A nurse, noticing his awakening, rushed to his side. "You're in the hospital, Mr. J Cole. You had an accident, and you're here for treatment."

J Cole's memory was a foggy mess. He couldn't recall any accident or how he had ended up here. Panic gnawed at him as he realized he had no idea what had transpired.

"Can you tell me more?" he asked the nurse, fear and confusion evident in his eyes.

The nurse explained that an ambulance had rushed him to the hospital unconscious. As for the accident itself, she had no further information, and his identification was missing. All he had on him was a small wallet with a few notes and a betting coupon.

While J Cole pestered the nurse for answers, outside his ward another individual had the same expression.

...

A man on a white clinical wear was talking

"The test results are back and we observed a mild traumatic brain injury (MTBI) also known as a Concussion. He might have a temporal loss of memory, but apart from that he is fine and ready to be discharged, but i'll advice he stays back for at-least 48 hours in order to conduct more tests on him".

"Thank you doctor, we will do as you've said, my Butler will pick him up when-ever you say so. If that's all I'll be on my way".

I wouldn't hold you back any further Miss Rose, I still have patients to diagnose.

.....

Over the next two days, J Cole's condition improved, but his questions grew more pressing. He had no memory of the events leading up to his hospitalization. How had he ended up in such a dire situation?

One morning, a hospital administrator entered his room, holding a folder. "Mr. J Cole," she began, "we need to discuss your medical fees."

J Cole's heart sank. He knew he couldn't afford a hospital stay; he barely scraped by with his modest street hustling as a Thug and Gang member.

"I... I don't understand," J cole stammered. "I don't even remember what happened or how I got here. How can I be responsible for the fees?"

The administrator looked indifferent as she explained that without insurance or any information about the accident, the hospital would need to bill him directly. J Cole's anxiety deepened as he imagined the staggering costs that would be associated with his stay, 

"but... a nice woman was so generous enough to clear your Hospital bills", The Administrator said with a mysterious smile on her face, "i guess being slightly handsome does have its merits". 

what?

J Cole's brown eyes widened in disbelief. 

Within two hours, J Cole found himself discharged from the facility, escorted by a middle-aged man and a stern-looking bodyguard. His heart raced as he took in his surroundings, confusion, and anxiety creeping in. "What have I gotten myself into? Who are these people?" he thought, his palms slightly sweaty. The uncertainty of the situation gnawed at him, but he also couldn't help but feel a strange curiosity.

As they approached a sleek, black Prado, J Cole's mind was a haze of uncertainty. He mumbled to himself, "Well... I don't really have much to lose." His memory was a jumbled mess, and he couldn't even recall where he lived. The uncertainty of what his life would turn into from this point onward weighed heavily on him.

The journey in the Prado was a blur, and J Cole watched the world pass by through the tinted windows. They entered a high-end estate, and the car moved through the gates with the confidence of ownership. He couldn't help but wonder, "Who are these people, and why do they seem so powerful?"