Chapter 19 : James

James was a 31 year old surgeon at Columbia Hospital in New York City, he was abandoned by his parents in an orphanage at the age of 4, he was born with a rare genetic disorder that caused his body to produce almost no dopamine.

He felt no joy, the word joy was unknown to him.

Because of this disease, he always had an impassive and stoic face, his illness requiring a rather expensive quarterly treatment and one medical visit per month, no family wanting to adopt such a child, he spent fourteen years of his life in the care of the state, before being abandoned at the age of eighteen by the orphanage.

When life closes a door, it opens a window, although without real parents or guardians, James was bright in school, studying night and day then working part time until late at night, with his excellent grades, he got a scholarship to one of the best medical universities in the United States, first in the entrance exam and top of his class, he was hired at a young age in one of the best hospitals in New York.

But fate has no mercy for anyone, during a surgical operation, a patient who had deliberately falsified her medical history, made an emoragie, choosing to save the patient in emergency James had to give up the operation, which resulted in making the patient sterile, angry despite the fact that it was her fault, she sued the hospital.

The press began to take hold of the story, influencing public opinion with headlines such as :

"A doctor makes his patient infertile because of his incompetence!"

"A money-hungry doctor performs a series of operations and neglects the lives of his patients, a poor female victim."

"The medical system is in trouble! A doctor..."

The shareholders of the hospital used James as a scapegoat despite the fact that he was not at fault, avoiding paying damages in the lawsuit, but unfortunately he lost all rights to practice the profession he had worked so hard for.

Losing his job, James wasn't sad, he didn't feel anything, he didn't blame anyone.

As a result, he found a job in a supermarket during the day and in a restaurant at night, which was enough to feed him.

Leaving his night job, he walked quietly through the busy streets of New York City looking up at the moon hanging in the sky.

Suddenly, a black car with a drunk driver, driving at full speed, narrowly avoided running over a dog that suddenly appeared on the road, causing the car to skid off the asphalt.

The driver tried to regain control of the vehicle but to no avail.

James, who was walking, suddenly saw the headlights of a car and felt great pain before his consciousness went away.

An hour later the driver was arrested by the police and James' body was taken to the morgue.

. . . . . .

James waking up suddenly saw a rainbow light and the next second he opened his eyes.

"OUCH!"

He felt a great feeling of fatigue, slowly rising from the ground, the body covered with blood, he saw the corpse of a redheaded man with a broken skull on the ground a few meters away from him.

He had a taste of blood in his mouth, his whole body made him suffer.

He raised his head and looked around him and a question crossed his mind.

"Where am I?"

As in response to his question, memories, feelings, strange knowledge and emotions never felt before crossed his mind, he sat on the floor for more than an hour before whispering.

"I am James."