The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

Darkness

The darkness around Calvin thickened, swallowing him deeper into the void of sleep. But through the oppressive silence, a sound began to cut through—a voice, faint and distant, but unmistakable. It was Lizzie, calling his name, her voice filled with a frantic urgency that sent a jolt through his subconscious.

"Calvin! Calvin, wake up!"

Her voice echoed through the void, distorted and faint as if coming from a great distance. Calvin’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to respond, tried to move toward the sound. But his body felt impossibly heavy, like he was submerged in thick, suffocating tar. He struggled to open his eyes, to lift his limbs, but it was like trying to move mountains with his bare hands.

"Calvin! Please, wake up!" Lizzie’s voice grew more desperate, and Calvin could sense her panic, feel it like a knife twisting in his gut. He knew he had to wake up, had to get out of this dream. But the more he tried to pull himself to consciousness, the more the dream seemed to