Chapter 1: A Sudden Downfall

I woke up to a typical Tuesday morning, or so I thought. As I rolled out of bed, a wave of dizziness washed over me, and my stomach churned with a nauseous feeling I couldn't shake off. At first, I brushed it off as a side effect of the late-night pizza I had devoured the night before, but as I stumbled to the bathroom to brush my teeth, my body had other plans. A violent wave of sickness hit me, and I found myself bent over the toilet, retching uncontrollably. Panic set in as I realized I was seriously ill. My mind was a blur, and my body felt like it was made of lead. I tried to call for help, but my phone was out of reach, and my voice was barely a whisper. Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, I heard the doorbell ring. It was my neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, who had stopped by to borrow some sugar. She found me curled up on the bathroom floor, looking like a ghost. She quickly called for an ambulance, and before I knew it, I was being rushed to the hospital. The next few hours were a blur of doctors, nurses, and medication. I was diagnosed with a severe case of food poisoning, and the doctor warned that I would be in for a long and rough night. As I lay in my hospital bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being completely alone. My family lived out of town, and my friends were all busy with their own lives. Just as I was starting to drift off to sleep, I heard the door to my room open, and a figure walked in. It was Berlin, the infamous thief from the notorious group known as "The Professor's Team." I had always been a fan of their daring heists, and I couldn't believe my eyes. What was he doing here? "Hello, I'm Berlin," he said with a calm and collected demeanor, despite the chaos that surrounded us. "I heard you were in a bit of a situation. I hope you're feeling better." I was too weak to respond, but I managed to nod my head. Berlin took a seat next to my bed and began to examine the various machines and monitors surrounding me. "Don't worry, I've taken care of the bill," he said with a reassuring smile. "You're going to be okay. But for now, I think you need to focus on getting better." As he spoke, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me once again. Berlin quickly grabbed a nearby trash can and held it in front of me, just in time. I vomited violently, and Berlin remained calm, holding the trash can and speaking softly to reassure me. This was just the beginning of a long and grueling night, and I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. Would Berlin stay by my side, or was he just being kind out of obligation? One thing was certain: I was in his debt, and I had a feeling that my life was about to take a dramatic turn.