It was another day for Brooke to visit the hospital, for a check-up. He looked around and saw other patients like him and he hated the feeling of being confined to a wheelchair, but it was necessary for his recovery. While waiting for Dr. Garcia, he was starting to get anxious when he saw the raven-haired young nurse walking in his direction. "Hey, Brooke! It's nice to see you again! How are you feeling?" Ellie smiled. Brooke's face turned bright red as he stuttered out a greeting, he couldn't help but get shy around her. She was just so pretty and cheerful, and he felt like a mess in comparison. Ellie didn't seem to notice his awkwardness, though. She chatted with him easily as she checked his vitals and asked him about his pain levels. "Okay, Brooke, we need to get you down to radiology for some X-rays. Let's get you into your wheelchair and I'll push you down." Brooke nodded and was self-conscious as Ellie expertly maneuvered his wheelchair out of the room. As they made
Brooke tried to move his legs and to his surprise, they responded. He sat up in bed and the doctors around him were stunned, their mouths agape. Dr. Garcia, who had assisted him for months was speechless and had seen many patients in his career but never anything like this. With the help of the medical staff, Brooke slowly stood up from the bed, his legs trembled at first but as he gained confidence. He took a few tentative steps forward. The room erupted in cheers and applause as Brooke walked towards the door. "I need to take a walk," Brooke said. Dr. Garcia supported him, still looking stunned, "Be careful, Brooke." Brooke made his way out of the room, his legs carrying him down the hospital hallways. As he walked, he could hear the whispers and gasps of the hospital staff and patients. They couldn't believe their eyes, that the crippled man was walking again. Brooke felt freedom as he made his way to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and took a long, hot showe
"I don't know how to thank you enough, Brooke. You're my savior!" Trevor was thankful. While Abigail on the side couldn't believe that Brooke was a friend of their boss. "Excuse me, Mr. Dawson, but I need to speak with you about something." "What is it, Abigail?" "It's about Lucy, I saw her take a customer's wallet and I'm sure she's been stealing from us now," Abigail said. Trevor's face darkened, "That's a serious accusation, Abigail. I'll need to speak with Lucy about this." "But I didn't do it, Mr. Dawson. Please, believe me!" Lucy protested. Abigail's expression turned smug, "We found the wallet in her pocket and that's enough evidence." Trevor looked torn, unsure of what to believe so he turned to Brooke, "I know you can know everything, Brooke. Can you tell me what's going on?" Brooke nodded and his eyes locked on Lucy's distraught face, "Lucy is innocent and someone has framed her." Abigail's eyes flashed with anger, but Brooke continued, "I can't tell the nam
Brooke now stood tall and proud as he had invested in a sturdy tent and a beautifully crafted table, adorned with an assortment of charms that sparkled in the morning light. It was another day of telling fortunes and seeing charms and he was excited as he had the fortune teller system, his companion since the day he stumbled upon it. As he set up his stand, Brooke couldn't help but notice the curious glances from passersby. Some people did double takes, their eyes widening in shock as they took his transformed appearance. Gone was the frail, wheelchair-bound man they had used to see in the street. Brooke smiled to himself, knowing the fortune-teller system had been guiding him, providing him with valuable insights and rewards for his efforts. He had already sold 30 charms and the system had informed him that if he could reach 100, he would be rewarded with a blue pill that granted him a mysterious strength. Brooke was determined to reach his goal and to get the reward.
This evening, Brooke trudged wearily up the stairs to his apartment, he had just finished some grueling session with clients and all he wanted now was to collapse onto his couch and forget about the world for a while. But as he approached his door, he noticed something was off. The hallway seemed cluttered. Brooke's heart sank as he noticed that it was all of his belongings scattered outside, strewn about the hallways and stairs like trash. Everything was out there, exposed to the prying eyes of neighbors. "What the?" Brooke muttered, he spun around looking for some kind of explanation. Then he saw Mr. Scott, the landlord. He was standing by the stairs and had a smug look on his face. "Brooke? I have some bad news for you. The company that's been paying your rent, you know- the one that's been compensating you for that accident with the trailer truck?" "What about them?" "They've stopped paying your rent. Now that you're no longer crippled, they don't feel responsible fo
Brooke Rancher was always sitting in his wheelchair, staring out the window of his small, dingy apartment. It was a gloomy day that matched his mood perfectly. Ever since he was a kid, he always felt like the universe was against him. Everyone in the orphanage had avoided him, talking behind his back that he was cursed. They believed that his presence brought misfortunes to those around him. Well, it all started when his parents died in a car crash when he was just nine years old. He was left alone at an early age and had no family to turn to. The Hope Orphanage took him in, but it wasn't long before he was adopted by a new couple. However, fate had other plans. They died too, and Brooke was left back in the orphanage. All alone once again. Kids in the orphanage started to bully him and call him names like 'Bad Luck Brooke, and 'JINX'. They also believed that he was the reason why the orphanage was almost burned down. As Brooke grew older, the bullying only intensified
"Everyone! This crippled boy thinks he's got a purpose in life. But he's nothing but a waste of spacing, got nothing to do with his life so he's resorting to scamming people with his fake fortune-telling nonsense!" Oliver said, and his voice was loud enough to draw attention from passersby. Brooke's eyes narrowed, but he maintained a calm tone, "I'm not a scammer, Oliver. I'm just trying to make a living. And my readings are free, so I'm not taking advantage of anyone." Oliver snorted, "Save it, Brooke. You're just trying to prey on people's superstitions. Don't believe a word he says, folks. He's cursed and his visions are just a bunch of make-up garbage." Brooke sighed heavily, "You asked me for your fortune and I just simply answered you. And I'm not forcing you to believe me but be careful anyways." Oliver's smirk faltered, "You're ridiculous. I'm not going to let some cripple wild imagination scare me." As Oliver turned to leave, his girlfriend Sabrina approached
"System, can you please bring me back to my apartment now?" Brooke begged, he was now exhausted as it seemed like no one was interested in his service. "Of course, Brooke. But before I do, I just want to congratulate you on making your first fortune telling today!" the system replied. Brooke let out a dry laugh, "Yeah, It was a real success. One client a day." "It's a good start, Brooke. And I have to say, I'm impressed that you managed to sell that amulet to Sabrina for 1000 dollars. You're a natural-born salesman." Brooke rolled his eyes, "I guess, I just got lucky." As he waited for the system to teleport him back to his apartment, his mind began to wander. He couldn't help but think about Oliver Miller, the bully who made his life a living hell in the orphanage. "I hope he's not in danger tonight," Brooke muttered to himself, and he also hoped Sabrina successfully made him wear the amulet, just in case. "You know, system. I never thought I'd say this but I ho