Chapter 33 A Job In Africa

• Zavion POV
• "Don't be an idiot," I said, glancing at the man lying on the bed, completely unresponsive in his coma. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the faint beeping of the machines that monitored his vitals. It was a surreal scene, one that felt like it belonged in a movie rather than my reality.
• "I'm not being foolish; he's Zoe's dad," she replied, her voice steady but anxious, a tremor of urgency underlying her words. I could see the worry etched on her face, the way her brow furrowed as she looked at the man who lay there.