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New York.
Some Apartment Somewhere.
A low-budget action flick titled Spear Hardwood Beloved Architect, written, directed, and starring the breakout star going by the stage name Ted Mosby, was currently being filmed in full swing at this apartment.
These kinds of small productions didn't need much—just grab a few people, pick a random spot, and start shooting.
Heck, sometimes they didn't even bother finding a location. They'd just film right in one of the crew's apartments.
Take Phoebe's twin sister, Ursula, for example. She'd once shot a whole scene in her own place. When Phoebe found out and showed up, she walked in on the eye-searing chaos and noped right out.
But the director? His eyes lit up with "artistic inspiration," and he immediately tried to rope Phoebe into joining Ursula on set.
That's just how enthusiastic these folks got.
The director's gaze was practically sparkling with creative genius, and a new script idea popped into his head on the spot.
Now, this action star newbie—drawing inspiration from Ted's real-life architect gig—was bursting with ideas too.
Just last night, he'd met Ted. And tonight? Script, cast, location, props, costumes—everything was ready to roll, and they'd already started filming.
That speed? It'd put any artsy indie film to shame. 😅
With his tribute muse (the real Ted) watching from the sidelines, the newbie was beyond hyped.
He was already a naturally gifted guy, and this time he'd cast a fresh-faced beauty who'd just entered the industry.
Add all these factors together…
Trouble crept in silently.
Halfway through filming, something unspeakable went down.
Emmm.
To sum it up in one line: it was like one of those bizarre news stories Adam had seen just before he crossed over.
But thankfully, since there were other crew members around—and they were all keeping a close eye—they noticed something was off with the female lead pretty quick.
They called for emergency help right away.
Ted, who got the heads-up, rushed back to the scene and immediately called Adam.
At least this time, it didn't turn into one of those weird cases where the actress quietly died without anyone noticing.
Of course, whether the seriously injured newbie actress would actually pull through was something Adam would only know once he got there and assessed her himself.
Adam floored it to get there as fast as possible.
With his sports car's speed and his near-superhuman driving skills, he beat the ambulance to the scene.
"Adam!" Ted called out, pacing anxiously downstairs.
"Lead the way!" Adam didn't waste a second.
Ted nodded and jogged ahead, guiding him up to the apartment.
Inside, a young woman lay motionless on a desk.
A clueless dude stood nearby, looking completely lost.
"You're a doctor? Thank God!"
Adam was already fully geared up—gloves, mask, goggles, the works.
No choice.
The patient was an action actress, and the injury was in a… delicate spot. The risk of infection for any medical staff was just too high.
Adam was here to save lives, sure, but protecting himself came first.
"How's she doing?"
"Not good," Adam said after a quick check, his face turning grim. Internal bleeding was a given.
Then he got to work on emergency treatment.
By the time the ambulance arrived, he'd managed to pull the near-dead actress back from the brink and stabilize her condition.
But for proper follow-up care, she'd need to be taken to the hospital for surgery.
"That's incredible!" a guy shouted. "Ted, you're gonna blow up! Like, really blow up! We're gonna make bank!"
"Huh?" Everyone turned to look at him, including the action newbie, who just blinked in confusion.
Adam shot the guy a cold glance.
"This is the ultimate gimmick!" the man rambled, practically vibrating with excitement. "Everyone's gonna fall head over heels for your charm! This is some real-deal, hardcore acting cred!"
The others started catching on.
If this got out to the press, the newbie would be an instant sensation—there'd be no stopping his rise.
He was already making waves outside his niche; this would just catapult his name into the stratosphere.
People would hear his name and instantly have a mental image.
Emmm.
Kinda like those classic memes.
In typical American TV fashion, "Mosby" might even become a slang term down the line.
Like…
"Careful now, I'm about to give you the Mosby-style death…"
"Baby, tonight you should be calling me So-and-So Mosby."
From that angle, the newbie's whole "tribute" to Ted had pretty much hit its mark…
The guy hyping it up turned out to be the newbie's agent.
When the incident first happened, the potential upside had immediately crossed his mind.
But since it involved a person's life—and possibly a lawsuit—he'd held back. He was just a small-time agent with no big connections, so naturally, he'd been more worried than excited.
Now, though, with Adam stabilizing her condition and the likelihood of her pulling through looking good, the life-and-death pressure was off. All he felt now was pure, unbridled glee.
Everyone knew that in the States, fame equaled money.
And in their line of work? With a scandal this jaw-dropping and awkward to boost their profile, the fame would explode—and the cash would come rolling in like a tidal wave.
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Medical Center
While Adam was in the OR fighting to save the newbie actress, the action star outside was already drawing a crowd of onlookers.
No avoiding it.
In the world of American TV dramas, fame was fame—whether it was the good kind or the infamous kind.
Pretty much anyone who heard the backstory of the surgery couldn't resist coming over to gawk at the guy.
Plenty of folks who'd never seen his films were already planning to grab a few DVDs to "check out" later.
And some of the more… seasoned viewers quietly started debating some not-safe-for-kids topics.
Before long, a heated argument broke out over who was "better"—Adam or the action newbie.
Back in the day, it would've been a landslide in Adam's favor.
But now? Some folks weren't so sure.
No helping it—the impact of this whole fiasco was just too wild.
Without Adam pulling off something equally headline-worthy, there wasn't much to argue in his favor on this front.
And obviously, Adam wasn't about to get tangled up in anything like that.
Sure, he could.
But he never would.
No helping it—he was just too much of a gentle, considerate guy. 😇
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After the Surgery
"Adam, how'd it go?" Ted stepped forward to ask.
"Surgery went well," Adam nodded.
"That's awesome!" the action newbie cheered.
He was a bit of a lovable doofus—otherwise he wouldn't have gone about repaying his "debt" in such a bizarrely earnest way.
Unlike his money-hungry agent, he genuinely cared about whether the actress lived or died.
"Don't celebrate just yet," Adam warned with a frown. "This was really dangerous. If I hadn't gotten there in time, she'd be gone."
The system's little +0.01 ping had made it crystal clear—she'd been on the brink of death for real.
"Sorry," the doofus said, immediately apologizing.
Adam shook his head and turned to leave.
He'd done what he could. Whatever happened with this action newbie from here on out was out of his hands.
Sure, right now the guy seemed like a big softie, genuinely concerned for the actress's life.
But once he got a real taste of fame and fortune? Who knows if he'd still feel the same?
Maybe in the not-so-distant future, egged on by his agent, he'd consult some shady lawyer and try to recreate today's stunt—except this time, there'd be no one to swoop in and save the day.
In the world of American TV dramas…
Live free, die random.
As long as you've got money, lives are cheap as grass.
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