I stayed two days at the hospital, and despite my insistence on going home, the doctors were firm about keeping me under observation until they were sure I was okay. I was increasingly anxious about the bill. On the third day, feeling much better and more determined than ever, I pushed for my release. The nurse, however, informed me that the bill had already been settled.
“The bill is taken care of,” she said. “A friend of yours, the one who brought you in, already paid. Please, if that’s what’s worrying you, just stay for the last day. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to go home.”
Reluctantly, I agreed to stay. When Sarah came to visit me in the afternoon, I immediately confronted her.
“Who paid for my medical bills?” I demanded. “Please tell me it’s not Tom. If it’s you, I could at least pay
