[ WP ] A prominent superhero finds that their godlike powers are useless in helping them solve the most important problem in their lives .

The squirrelly doctor put the machine readout down. His glasses made him look twice as ridiculous than how Antor had found him. 
 
 `` Her T4 cells are too low to attempt any chemical intervention... 
 
 `` Tell me what you need?'' Antor interrupted. Babbling was something these people did too much of. 
 The doctor adjusted his glasses and fiddled with his bathrobe. 
 
 `` Sir..'' 
 
 `` Lord'' 
 
 `` I apologize. *Lord* there is n't much we can do. Two or three months ago, maybe, but now it would be a death sentence if we even tried any sort of invasive procedure. Drugs would just comprise her liver further'' 
 
 `` Is a new liver all she needs?' 
 
 `` No.'' The doctor sighed.'You do n't understand, her entire immune system is shutting down. Not even a bone marrow transplant can help now.'' His voice had raised at the last words. He was tired. Being teleported at two am half across the globe could make anyone cranky. 
 
 Antor simply stood. His anger was a heat wave palpable throughout the tiny hospital suite. The doctor began to sweat in his cotton night clothes. 
 
 `` They say you're the best.'' The seething mass of demi-god whispered. 
 
 `` I am'' 
 
 `` Yet you admit defeat?'' Antor shouted. The sound itself strong enough to reverberated in the doctors chest 
 
 Shaking, he fought to speak. 
 
 `` This is n't a war, it's a disease.'' 
 `` EVERYTHING IS WAR!'' The shout causing a heat surge like a furnace opened. 
 
 Antor, greatest of all his kind, worshipped by half this world, could only clench his fists. 
 
 `` I will fight this, nothing on this planet is beyond me.'' 
 
 The doctor was a courageous man, or stupid depending on who you asked. 
 
 `` No. Be with her. That's what they need most. No amount of power could replace that.'' 
 The words were crisp in the otherwise steaming suite. 
 
 Antor looked and saw the face of failure of this race. The disease that crippled it. 
 
 Acceptance. 
 
 He looked at Monica one last time, frail underneath hospital blankets. Unbuttoning his cape, he lay it across her gently. 
 
 `` You know nothing of power, Doctor.'' No sooner had the words been said than the tiny man had vanished. Bound to crash back into his bedroom painfully. 
 
 `` I have watched stars die, Love. Yet I ca n't watch you do the same. Give me time. Please.'' 
 
 The monitors bleeped and the respirator hissed. And without a noise, the Lord of Earthfire left the room. The universe would save her or the universe would pay. 
 
 Dearly.
