The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

Stop Asking

Calvin glanced at his watch, the ticking of the second hand oddly loud in the otherwise quiet room. It was well past midnight, and the day’s events had taken a toll on him. The argument with Alana had drained him emotionally, leaving him feeling hollow and exhausted. The situation outside the hotel only added to his weariness—Han Xin’s men were still out there, prowling the streets with an air of menace, their intentions veiled in shadow. Calvin didn’t know exactly what they were after, but he knew enough to understand that stepping outside now could be a fatal mistake.

With a heavy, resigned sigh, Calvin made the decision that they would stay put for the night. The last thing he needed was to expose Alana, and himself, to whatever dangers awaited them beyond the hotel’s doors. He turned to her, his voice tinged with exhaustion, his shoulders slumping slightly as if bearing an invisible weight. “We’ll stay here,” he said, trying to mask his weariness with a tone of authority. “It’s to