***SOME DARK THEMES FROM THE BEGINNING AND THROUGHOUT**
Luther looked at the scene in front of him, and wasn't pleased. In fact, if he explored deep down inside himself, he would have most probably felt heartbroken. Dorothy hadn't gotten any better since the last time he had visited her. Luther did not understand how everything he had suggested to the doctors, everything he had tried himself, and everything he had tried from others suggestions hadn't eased her pain nor her suffering.
He remembered the day he sat gripping her hand in the doctors consultation office when the words "I'm sorry, it's worse than we had anticipated." fell out of the doctors mouth. Luther knew what the results were, and did not bother listening to the rest of what the doctor had to say. Luther was a doctor himself, and was going to do everything in his power to save Dorothy.
Luther was in his final year of study before he would be fully licensed, and if he could just find a mentor, someone to take him on in the research field straight after, not only would he have the funding to provide care for Dorothy but the ability to find the cure for it. Luther couldn't even bring himself to say the word anymore.
"Sir..." A feeble voice broke Luther from his thoughts, alerting him someone else had dared entered the room whilst he was saying goodbye to Dorothy. Luther's light grip on Dorothy's hand remained, as he turned, his eyes glowering, towards the other person.
It was a young nurse, small and slim in stature, probably the same age as Dorothy and in the prime of her life. "Sir, the doctors are ready to turn the machine off now, would you like to stay in the room as they do so?" Luther noticed the nurse's trembling figure, he probably had brought out her fear when he had thrown a glass at the wall earlier when he was given the news that there was nothing more he nor the doctors nor God could do for his beloved Dorothy.
"No thank you, please leave the window open for her soul to make it's journey to heaven safely. I will be back tomorrow, to collect her belongings." Luther stated matter of factly and proceeded to glide out of the room, without so much as a nod goodbye to the nurse, or a glance back at Dorothy.
Luther found himself sitting on a bench just to the side of the front doors of the hospital, positioned in an almost alcove with two neatly trimmed Evergreen trees situated either side. It was then that Luther noticed a single tear rolling down his cheek. He wiped it away furiously, chastising himself internally for the lack of strength he was displaying. Then, out of what appeared to be no where, a short, pot-bellied man appeared.
He dressed in attire that Luther hadn't seen a man wearing since 1946. He wore strange little glasses pushed up to the bridge of his nose and carried a black leather briefcase. He took a seat in the empty space next to Luther, and stretched his mouth in to small grin. Luther didn't bother returning the smile, and instead went back to his inner most thoughts. "This isn't the end of the world, you know." The short man spoke, Luther noticed he had a strange accent, he was a European. The man's words had angered Luther as well, of course, this was the end of his world in the very least, and Luther felt compelled to respond to him.
"Maybe it is not for you, but Dorothy, my sister was the only reason I had left to live. The only reason I wanted to change the world, to make it better... for her."
"You can still change the world, my friend... it would just be in your sister's memory." The man spoke wisely, Luther felt himself rush with a feeling of admiration and he sat up enough that he could turn and look at the man. "How can I do thaat? I have no sponsor, no mentor. It is just me alone, I will never be able to be a doctor now."
"My dear boy, do not worry about such things. I am a doctor myself, I will help you after you finish your final year of training, then you must come work for me... it will surely be something that could...motivate you?" The man grinned, raising his eyebrows. Luther pulled his eyebrows together in a second of momentary confusion at how on earth this man could know about his training progression, but chose to ignore it.
"I would like that very much...Sir. Thank you, thank you so much, this means the world to me."
"Excellent, you can avenge Dorothy in every way you imagined, the world will yours for the making."
Luther smiled, devilishly at being able to avenge his dear sister and knew he could do all he wanted and more, nodding in satisfaction. "And what is your name, dear boy?" The strange little man asked.
"Luther... Luther Cameron, Sir." Luther introduced himself, extending his hand, offering a handshake to the man opposite him. The other man agreed, his grin broadening, and his hand gripping Luther's tightly. "Wonderful to meet you, Luther." A moments pause went by, before the man introduced himself then;
"I'm Arnim Zola."