Reconciled in the End

Chapter 7: What's in One's Hero?

The next chat, Siren surprised him. On her off time she used that genius mind to search for answers herself now that she found a direction to go. Using her poor resource of a restricted asylum library, he commended what she did find in that archive.

“You know this author also wrote Proverbs? I can’t collect much from the restricted database here, but there’s actually sixty-six books that Ecclesiastes is bound with, and they call it Bible. It’s a very old and historical book, it was the first book published on the first printing press, they thought it that important in the old ages, and had the most copies published ever. It gradually was bit apart in modern times for hate literature, violence, and offensive teachings. I can’t get access for anything here sadly, but I want to read more of it. It helps me,” she frowned dismally.

“I can search for it in my access, and it should be on the standard internet access too. I know the asylum gives limited access to the network for safety,” he consented contently as he plopped on her lap again.

The crystal forest scenery was surreal and dazzling, but the fact he was conversing with her more so. It had been so long, every chance was all the more precious to him.
Siren pat his head gently, giggling with amusement at the fluffy white puff before her. He’d never observed such an unguarded, adorable side about her. Thomas could tell she loved the animal form a lot. Perhaps he’d get a dog in the future.

After a good pet, she bent down to say, “Thank you for researching bible. I appreciate it a lot.”

Looking at those entrancing soft brown eyes, Thomas cleared his throat then spoke, “You are doing very well for recovery. What are your long term plans?”

Siren frowned uncertainly, “I don’t know. I...”

“If you can get to the light severity ward, I intend to apply as a sponsor for you. You could get out of the hospital, with restrictions, of course. Would you wish for this?” Thomas bit his lip apprehensively. He hadn’t the chance to yet hope for such a thing, but it was all he desired.

Siren shook her head as she returned in concern, “You would be held responsible for my actions in the community. Are you even certified for mental healthcare? That is a requirement for any release on probation.”

He smirked, knowing full well Siren’s completely well thought out logic. “I am and have been for some time. The access is also useful for my occupation in other ways. Security and criminology are some of my majors, along with a strong backing in hacking and networks. If I apply, I am certain to be approved in your case. I have followed it privately for some time.”

Siren blushed, absently petting his head. He could sense her preoccupation about the facts. She wasn’t too certain who he was either. He hadn’t seen her too stirred up before, and it amused him some he confessed.

“I will try my best,” she stammered as Thomas knew he had to logout quickly.

“That’s all any of us can do, just keep taking positive little steps,” he nodded gently, nuzzling his nose to her cheek then left.
Once his mind was in the sterile office again, he instantly stood to look outside his window. He touched his lips, knowing his little form kissed hers just before saying goodbye. He really wished that was real, and he had been human.

Siren sank down to sit on the floor as she slid the wall library on again absently. She waited for the holoscreen to snap up before her as she poked a stomach bandage. It was a curious thing to have had a feeding tube placed she pondered. They had just taken it out and warned her to leave the dressing on. In a sick thought, she really wanted to sneak a peek at the hole. It had to be disgusting. Would she have a scar for life there? She supposed it must be so.