He watched as the doctor closed the door to his office.

"Tristan, your father really need to retire."

"I know. Please take a seat while I get you a drink."

The doctor thanked him for his offer but remained standing by the door. He watched the young man in front of him, search the mini fridge for a drink.

Their breaths echo across the room.

"Tristan…"

"Sorry, I only have water."

"… another attack will definitely kill him."

Tristan gave the doctor a glass before taking a swig in his own. "I know Luke," he sighed as he scratched his hair in frustration. "You know how stubborn he is."

"Why don't you agree to his wish?" Luke gave Tristan a look as he finished his glass and leaving the empty glass atop the shelf beside him. "It just might be his last."