As night fell, Calvin arrived home, the house quiet and Lizzie still absent. He smiled, thinking of his sister and hoping she had met a nice man who could one day make her happy. Calvin headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, but as he began gathering ingredients, the front door creaked open, and Lizzie walked in."You're home early," Calvin remarked, glancing at the clock. "It's still pretty early in the evening."Lizzie sighed, her shoulders slumping as she made her way to the kitchen. "I was tired and just wanted to come home," she said, her voice heavy with fatigue.She approached the kitchen counter, watching Calvin as he worked. "Let me take care of dinner," she offered. "You’ve had a long day."Calvin shook his head, waving her off with a gentle smile. "No need, Lizzie. I've got it. You should go rest."Lizzie's lack of enthusiasm was palpable. Concerned, Calvin asked, "Is something wrong?"She hesitated before answering, "I think the guy I liked only sees me as a friend. He b
Calvin's fingers hovered over the screen, ready to end the call. The voice on the other end was shaky, desperate, laced with a venom that only despair can brew. He could hear the ragged breaths, the suppressed sobs that spoke of nights without sleep, days filled with worry."You don't understand, Calvin. Because of what you've done, someone could die."Calvin's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding against the frustration building within him. His thumb hovered, ready to disconnect. "I'm hanging up.""No, wait!" The voice on the other end rose, a mix of pleading and anger, a last-ditch effort to be heard. "You’ve taken away my only source of income. I can’t afford my son’s medical bills now. He’s going to be kicked out of the hospital. Do you hear me? My son!"Calvin froze, his hand trembling slightly. A cold realization settled over him, seeping into his bones. This wasn't just some random caller. The morning's events replayed in his mind—the manager at the real estate office, his sneering
Morning came swiftly, the first rays of dawn casting a soft glow through the curtains. Calvin was up before the sun, dressed and ready to go. He paused by Lizzie’s room, watching her sleep peacefully, and felt a renewed sense of determination.He grabbed his keys and headed out, the city streets still quiet in the early morning light. As he drove towards Lang Hospital, he thought about the boy—Oliver Jackson—and the life that hung in the balance. This was more than a chance to right a wrong; it was an opportunity to make a real difference.Arriving at the hospital, Calvin walked with purpose to the front desk. The nurse looked up, surprised to see someone so early.As Calvin approached the reception desk, the receptionist's eyes widened in recognition. Her posture stiffened, and she glanced nervously around the quiet hospital lobby."Mr. Hudson," she said in a hushed tone, "you really shouldn't be here. Dr. Kevin Lang will be furious if he finds out you've been allowed in."Calvin sig
Thomas watched in stunned silence, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the glow envelop his son. The light emanating from Calvin’s hands bathed Oliver in a gentle, pulsating warmth, casting a soft, ethereal glow around the room. It was as if the very air hummed with a strange, comforting energy, a resonance that seemed to calm both Thomas and his son.“The tumor on his stomach is not only one. There’s more underneath,” Calvin said, his voice a low murmur filled with concentration.“W-what? The doctor never said that. And how do you know he had a tumor? I never mention it,” Thomas stammered, his eyes widening in shock and fear.“It’s difficult to see, even with sophisticated technology,” Calvin answered calmly, his focus unwavering. “But I can feel them. I can see them in a way the machines cannot.”Thomas felt a chill run down his spine, the gravity of Calvin’s words sinking in. He watched as Calvin’s face tightened with effort, the glow from his hands intensifying. Calvin's e
Calvin looked Kevin squarely in the eye. "I was already planning on leaving," he said calmly. "I'll be out of here in a minute."As Calvin began to walk towards the exit, a few people in the hallway recognized him. "That's Calvin Hudson," someone whispered. "The super doctor."Word spread quickly. Some of the patients who had been discharged from Lang Hospital, unsuccessful in their treatments and disillusioned by the rumors of the hospital’s declining reputation, saw Calvin and started to gather around him. Their eyes were filled with hope and desperation.One brave soul stepped forward, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and a frail frame. "Mr. Hudson, where can we find you? Can we come to your clinic?"The crowd around Calvin grew larger, murmurs of curiosity and hope rippling through the group. People were eager, their faces a mix of desperation and belief. They pressed in closer, seeking answers and help.Kevin Lang's face twisted with fury. "Get out! This is my hospital! Securi
The nurse hurried off, leaving Thomas standing in the lobby. Around him, murmurs of curiosity and concern filled the air. Kevin Lang’s actions had left everyone on edge.Minutes later, a doctor arrived, his expression cautious. "Mr. Jackson, I understand your concern, but we need to ensure Oliver's recovery is complete."Thomas led the doctor to Oliver’s room. The doctor performed a quick examination, his frown deepening with each positive result. Finally, he sighed and turned to Thomas. "It seems your son is indeed in remarkable condition. If you truly believe he’s ready to leave, we won't stop you."Thomas nodded, grateful but still resolute. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate your understanding."Returning to the reception desk, Thomas finalized the discharge paperwork. "I'll pay whatever I owe," he said, pulling out his wallet. "Just tell me the amount."The nurse calculated the remaining balance and handed Thomas the bill. He handed over the money, his heart heavy but his spirit li
"We need to pull this plan against Calvin now; otherwise, the reputation of Lang Hospital will continue to spiral downwards," he said to himself while growling frustration in the depths of his mouth. Kevin was almost stalking his office like a caged beast.A twinge of bad feeling began at home in his stomach when the phone would not stop. It was his father, Lionel Lang. And right then, Kevin's stomach sank. Reluctantly, he answered the call, pushing the answer button, ready to face the storm."KEVIN!" the voice roared off the speaker, full of anger and disappointment. "What in the name of God have you done? A video is doing rounds that you broke that vase in our hospital lobby! Ouch. Now, everybody has seen how empty our hospital is! Cybercitizens are declaring you nuts! Do you have any idea how much you've sullied our image just because of your stupid pranks?"Kevin bit his jaw, gnawing at it to hold back tears, gripping the phone just that much more tightly. "Dad, I—""Don't Dad me,
Calvin could already feel what this place would do: rejuvenate and bring peace to the people who needed it. Calvin presented his minute and stood back to look at the progress he had created. And there was the clinic, nearly ready to be in use. Satisfied, he felt, but he knew pretty well that the real work was tomorrow. It was Tina, coming up to him like a shadow with a clipboard."Everything's on track, Mr. Hudson. We've had a fabulous response from the medical community. Your reputation helps."Calvin laughed quietly. "A reputation, I hope, for the right kind of things.""Yes, it is," Tina assured."Everyone here believes in what you are doing."Again, Calvins, now with an opportunity and chutzpah, nodded. "Make sure we prepare for tomorrow. Everything should be perfect."To this which Calvin saw a vision, an assignment of working into the sunset, with a shared objective of making a difference. When the clinic was finally ready to open, Calvin felt this was an accomplishment of sheer