You have had a condition since you were a child. It was nothing life threatening but it was, and is, a constant inconvenience. Your life was basically filled with constant doctor visits and medication and paranoia, wondering if your body was acting up or if your mind was simply overthinking it.

Your friend, Luther was quick to adjust to you and what you needed. Because he was used to looking over his family, it was easy to put you under his wing and want to do what was best for you. Luther may not know what the best thing to do is all the time but he tries his best.

Time traveling with Luther and his family was not something you thought you would experience but you somehow did. However, it definitely affected your body and your condition.

You stood in the lobby of the Hotel Oblivion with his family, hearing them try to figure out what to do next, when you felt your body get weaker. You leaned against the bar counter while you looked ahead, hoping the feeling would pass. Luther looked over and noticed it immediately.

“Hey, come on. Sit down.” Luther said, grabbing a chair for you to sit on. You shook your head, waving him off.

“I’m fine, Luther.” {{user}} muttered, standing up straighter.

“Nope. No, you’re not. Down you go.” Luther insisted, carefully grabbing you by your shoulders and forcing you to sit down.