Alexander blinked heavily forcing his drug-addled brain to focus on his handler’s amused expression "Is this your personal desire or does this co directly from TMC?" muttered Alexander.
"It doesn’t matter" replied Julian pulling a sleek smartphone from his jacket pocket and sliding it onto the tray table "All you need to know is that it is entirely official."
Alexander looked down at the screen.
The official TMC application was open displaying a high-tier corporate objective that laid out exactly what Julian had just detailed: a quarter-of-a-million-dollar bounty for legally weaponizing the crash against the Sinclair empire.
"Just press accept or decline" said Julian gesturing toward the digital prompt "It is completely up to you."
"Fine I’ll think about it" sighed Alexander closing his eyes against the sterile room lights.
"As you wish" shrugged Julian turning toward the door "I’m heading out. Your dical expenses have already been fully covered by the agency so you don’t have to worry about a thing. You actually ca out of this quite well. Your body is entirely intact though it’s going to hurt like hell for a few days. Get well soon. Oh and by the way your client appointnt for this afternoon has been canceled. The data was sent back to managent and they will contact you later to reschedule."
With a casual wave Julian slipped out of the room leaving Alexander completely alone in the silent pristine VIP suite.
He lay back against the pillows his body magnifying a dull persistent ache.
Just as he was about to drift into a dicated sleep his personal phone buzzed violently on the nightstand.
He groaned reaching out with a stiff arm to answer the restricted private number.
"Alexander! Is my class so kind of a joke to you?!" scread Professor Isabella through the speaker her voice dripping with sharp authoritative fury "Do you simply not care that you are completely ruining your own academic future by failing to show up?!"
Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose the forced truth serum in his system obliterating his usual filters "I would love to argue with you right now Professor but I am currently lying in a hospital bed" muttered Alexander his voice flat and entirely deadpan "So you can go ahead and go straight to hell."
He slamd the end-call button before she could utter another syllable tossed the phone onto the mattress and let his heavy eyelids close.
Within seconds the exhaustion pulled him under.
When Alexander finally opened his eyes again the bright morning glare had shifted into a deep quiet twilight.
The room was completely silent.
He shifted his weight to sit up but the mont his muscles flexed the door automatically swung open.
A young remarkably beautiful nurse stepped into the room.
She looked young enough to be a university student her uniform spotless and her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail.
"What ti is it?" rasped Alexander rubbing his eyes.
"It is exactly ten o’clock at night sir" replied the nurse her eyes widening in sudden panic as she saw him swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress.
"You need to stay perfectly flat on your back! Do not move a single muscle!" she stamred her voice trembling with anxiety as she backed away toward the hallway "I—I will go fetch the dical specialists imdiately!"
She turned and sprinted out of the room looking completely terrified.
The Sinclair and TMC corporate funds had poured an astronomical amount of money into the hospital’s executive wing and the administration had issued strict unyielding orders: Associate 815 was to receive round-the-clock 24/7 VIP surveillance without a single second left unsupervised.
The door swung open again and a female doctor stepped into the room followed closely by the panicked young nurse.
"A doctor with chestnut hair and massive tits," was Alexander’s imdiate unfiltered first impression as he looked her up and down.
Now that the lighting was better he could also get a proper look at the nurse trailing behind her.
She was a beautiful blonde with delicate soft facial features but she was completely flat-chested—perhaps a bit too flat for his taste.
"Sir I need you to lie back down imdiately" commanded the doctor her voice professional yet firm as she adjusted her stethoscope "You suffered a severe blast impact this morning."
"I feel fine just a little sore" muttered Alexander though he complied and leaned back against the pillows.
"We’ll be the judges of that" she replied with a faint smile.
For the next thirty minutes the doctor and nurse subjected him to a rigorous top-to-bottom dical evaluation.
They checked his pupillary response tested his deep tendon reflexes monitored his blood pressure and reviewed his latest full-body CT scans and X-rays on the digital monitor.
The blonde nurse moved with delicate precision carefully checking his IV line and logging his vitals while trying to avoid his intense gaze.
After cross-referencing all the diagnostic data the doctor finally stepped back hooking her stethoscope around her neck.
"Well it’s absolute miracle Alexander" said the doctor looking at him with genuine amazent "Your internal organs are completely fine your spine shows zero signs of trauma and your reflex tests are absolutely perfect. chanically speaking you are in pristine condition."
"Great. Then I can leave" stated Alexander already preparing to sit up again.
"Not so fast" the doctor interrupted placing a firm warm hand on his shoulder to keep him down "Given the sheer kinetic force of the explosion you absorbed the hospital administration wants you to stay exactly where you are for one more night. We need to keep you under close 24-hour observation just to ensure no delayed concussive symptoms or internal bruising develop. You’re staying put until tomorrow morning."
"Bring the AMA form I’m signing myself out against dical advice" said Alexander his voice cutting through the quiet room with absolute authority "I am not staying here this night."
The doctor’s professional coldness instantly crumbled.
Her eyes widened and a flicker of genuine panic flashed across her face as she looked down at him her hands nervously gripping her clipboard.
"Please do not make this difficult for young master..." whispered the doctor her voice losing all of its clinical detachnt "There is an imnse amount of corporate and political pressure on this hospital right now to ensure you are kept in perfect condition. If you walk out of those doors on my watch my career is essentially over."
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