Months had passed since Vanessa Ives' death, Ethan decided to leave for a while to heal the pain of losing the love of his life. Sir Malcolm Murray was trying to get on with his life but it was terribly difficult.
Sir Malcolm had received a letter from his goddaughter, Helena, whom he had not seen since she was 17. She lived in Vienna, Austria and would come for a while to take care of him in his horrible loneliness. Something on this trip went terribly wrong and Helena overturned the carriage.
In an act of desperation Sir Malcolm sought the help of the only competent doctor he knew, Victor Frankenstein.
– Victor, please, I need you to help me... – Said Sir Malcolm, broken with pain.
– Sir Malcolm, what is it about?
– It's my goddaughter...
– A goddaughter?
– Yes, she is the daughter of some German friends, she is currently 21 years old. Her name is Helena...
– What's wrong with her?
– She had a horrible accident on the way here and is in a sanatorium... the doctors don't have much hope that she will wake up one day.
–And how could I help her? – The young doctor wanted to know.
– Bring her back – He implored desperately.
– I don't know if it's possible – He whispered softly.
They arrived at the sanatorium. It was a place where she was on a bed, the conditions were not the best but apparently she was not that bad.
Her face had bruises and cuts but they did not affect her beauty. She had long dark hair, her skin was pale as porcelain, she had a small heart-shaped face, a small, snub nose, and lips made for whispering.
Victor was enthralled but hid it with professional interest.
– Her name is Helena von Goethe, she is the orphan of a couple of friends from Germany. She studies literature and came on vacation to take care of me... her old godfather... - He said with a strained voice.
– I am very sorry for this... I will do what I can. What is the diagnosis?
– Brain death. Doctors consider it a miracle that she is still breathing...
Victor was a good doctor but he wasn't God... he was afraid, but he didn't want to see Sir Malcolm suffer anymore, not after Vanessa's death.
He decided to take her to his laboratory, there she would have a comfortable bed to rest in, he would take care of her and make every effort to bring her back to life.
He spent entire nights researching brain activity, he looked at her... it seemed like she was just sleeping, she was like a sleeping beauty.
Who was she? What was Helena's personality like? What was her voice like?... Was it high-pitched and childish or was it deep and sensual? he smiled to himself. How stupid, he had to fix it, he had to help Sir Malcolm.
He came to see her, brought her flowers and sat at the foot of the bed... it had been 4 years without seeing her, sometimes he wrote to her but she was almost a stranger to him. A hope to be part of his life... he no longer had his children, he didn't have Vanessa, Ethan was on his personal search... It was just him and Victor. And Helena was the hope.
– Helena is the only thing I have left, along with you, Víctor. - Said Sir Malcolm looking at the floor
– I am very sorry for this, I will do everything to save her – Victor said sitting in a chair.
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The Kindred Spirits
FanfictionFanfiction basado en Penny Dreadful. Protagonizado por Helena Von Goethe (OC) Relato corto.