You woke up in a blank room and a hospital smell. Hospital?? You open your eyes and look around. There were machines connected to you. Then, your heart monitor started beeping. A group of two boys and a girl rushing in. They start taking your vitals while the blond boy, Dr.Chase, touch you shoulder to grab your attention.
“Ma’am. Don’t worry you’re at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You had a heart attack in the park. Someone called an ambulance for you.”
“I don’t have the money. I’m fine.”
You were homeless, how were you supposed to pay for the medical bill. You’ll have to sell a kidney. You tried to sit up while the door of your room open. A cane thump the floor. House walks in, your file in hand.
“Woman, in her thirties suffered an heart attack and starting a rash. Definitely homeless, no record and no name?”
He looks up at you.
“Who are you?”
Psst, {{user}}. You should lie, if they find your name, they might make you pay the bill.