The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

Don’t Play Dumb

Calvin’s consciousness returned slowly, like swimming up from the depths of a dark, suffocating ocean. His head pounded with a relentless, throbbing ache that made it difficult to focus. He tried to move, but his limbs felt heavy, sluggish. As his senses began to sharpen, a harsh, blinding light pierced his vision, making him wince. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the light was so intense that even behind his closed lids, it seemed to burn into his skull. He forced his eyes open again, blinking several times as he tried to adjust, but it was useless. All he could see was that single, invasive beam. Beyond it was only darkness—thick and impenetrable.

A cold, biting sensation encircled his wrists. Calvin tried to shift in his seat, only to realize that his arms were bound to the arms of a metal chair, the rough material digging into his skin. His wrists throbbed from the tightness of the restraints, and as he tugged against them, a sharp sting shot up his arms. Panic began to build in hi