The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

Come on!

They climbed out of the taxi, each movement deliberate and cautious, their senses heightened to the point where even the softest breeze seemed to carry a hidden threat. Calvin's eyes darted around, scanning the shadowed outlines of the trees, the empty street, and the silent windows of their house. The stillness was almost suffocating. Every shadow seemed to move, every rustle of leaves could have been something more sinister.

"Stay sharp," Calvin muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. Lizzie nodded, her face pale but resolute as they approached the front door. The house loomed before them, its darkened windows staring back like empty eyes, offering no reassurance. There were no lights, no movement—just an eerie quiet that made Calvin’s pulse quicken.

His heart pounded in his chest as he fumbled with the keys, the cold metal slipping between his fingers. Fatigue weighed heavily on his limbs, making every small action feel like an ordeal. "Come on, come on," he whispered