Chapter 82: Wedding plans
Doctor Einstein, his knuckles rapping against the wooden door with the urgency of a man on a mission, waited with bated breath for a sign that Enzo was still alive.
The seconds felt like eternities, each one a prayer answered when the door creaked open, and Enzo's voice, a precious elixir of hope, pierced the tension.
"Yes! Who is that?" Enzo called out, his tone laced with both intrigue and mild concern.
Doctor Einstein, his demeanor now that of a calm physician, steadied himself at the threshold of Enzo's room, his words a balm to the young man's concerns.
"It's I, Doctor Einstein," he repeated, his tone the even and professional timbre of one who has tended to the sick for years.
Enzo, his voice betraying a sense of anticipation at the visit, welcomed the doctor inside, the sound of his invitation an invitation to a new chapter in their shared story.
