The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

Chosen One

Calvin lay sprawled on the jagged, unforgiving cave floor, his body trembling as life ebbed away. The sharp, metallic scent of blood mingled with the damp, earthy aroma of the cave, suffocating the air around him. Blood gushed relentlessly from the gunshot wound in his chest, the crimson liquid pooling around his battered frame. His head throbbed violently, the impact of slamming into the stone wall leaving a deep gash that oozed warm rivulets of blood, trickling down his pale face.

Outside, the fountain’s ethereal trickling seemed almost mocking, a serene melody in stark contrast to his agony. Its waters crept into the cave, cold and clear, mingling with the pool of his blood, creating crimson tendrils that snaked their way back toward the fountain. Each shallow, rattling breath Calvin took was a battle, a struggle against the oppressive weight of death that seemed to loom over him, relentless and merciless.

A mechanical voice broke through the suffocating silence in his mind, cold a