Stitched Limbs

Ch 37: An Unsatisfactory End

1 month later

Tyn regarded the fresh grave with a listless gaze as he stood in front of it in the rain, his jacket soaked completely as he hasn't left the entire time she was being buried. He didn't quite know what to feel towards this, in reality it was closer to nothing. But he didn't want it to be like that, he just felt he couldn't be vulnerable at the moment. Not with the information Flammes gave him, it seems to haunt him just as much as her death does.

"So it was her body that wasn't ready... Interesting...." Flammes words echo in his head, remembering how her black eyes bore into his soul. A splotch of blood that led to the corner of her mouth and blood stained lips. Her black tongue creeping from her mouth to clean her lips. "We'll have to see how things turn out."

Flammes words anger him and fill him with cold dread, the whole situation was confusing. And the circumstances seem questionable. What the hell did she mean? Why did this happen? Tyns brows knit together tightly in agitation. Why did she do that to Emmeline? His eyes trail over to Mays' gravestone, it was worn down and moss was growing on it. His expression softens again as he reads the name on the stone and a newfound guilt washes over him.

I... I failed again....

His body suddenly felt a lot heavier and he fought the urge to fall to his knees from it, but he failed eventually. Falling hard to his knees in front of Emmelines' grave, feeling the weight fall heavier on him. He wanted to scream, to rip the world to shreds and finally himself, but he refused. Tyn had more work he had to do, but the weight warned him that he wouldn't be in any condition to work for a while.

The rain suddenly stops falling on him and a shadow falls over him, he vaguely registers someone standing beside him. "Are you going to be okay?" Gail asks in a soft tone, Tyn wasn't sure how to react or answer the question. His mind was spinning with thoughts, none of them a good answer for Gail. "Doctor Tyn?" A more concerned tone of voice.

"My apologies Gail... I'll be fine..." Tyn finally says, standing up from his kneeling position. "I... I don't think I'll be able to work for a while."

Gail pats Tyn shoulder with a bony hand. "That's understandable. Please. Take as long as you need." He felt the old mans smile as they stood together, the rain pattering softly on the umbrella he held. "There will always be more experiments to finish when you return."  The hand was removed and Tyn heard Gail start to walk away, the umbrella moving from over him to let the rain fall on him again.

Tyn twitched a little bit, the old mans words irking him just a touch too much.  And they started to set off little bells in his head that he couldn't stop from thinking to.

No, be more reasonable with yourself. The old man is just being considerate of the situation. Tyn rationalized as he slipped his hand into his coat pocket and held the handkerchief, letting it soothe him as his fingers ran over the soaked velvet. There will be plenty of time to get answers for all of this, especially about what Flammes said. Tyn pulled the handkerchief out and looked at it for a long time, running his finger over the innate lettering. I need some sleep... That will help me....

Tyn turned from the grave, placing the handkerchief back into his pocket as he walked towards his vehicle. The weight on his chest and body ever present and determined to keep him down.

Maybe...

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Roughly a year later.

Tyn subconsciously taps his pen on the desk as he's leaned over some paperwork reading over it lazily and feeling his temper rise as he read over the report. His head resting on his hand as he counted all of the incidents that happened over his small vacation away from working. But he found he was having a little bit of trouble re-navigating himself into it, finding that everything started falling to shit as soon as he left. Subjects that were in a stable state were no longer responding to treatments, and a good few of them died. He only had a few experiments left, and even they didn't look very promising.

Tyn was having to start all over.

He lets out an agitated growl and reaches over to the bottle sitting at his desk, grabbing it and quickly taking a deep swig of it. The burn down his throat becoming a familiar feeling. He stops and looks at the bottle, holding it in front of him with both hands and regarding it thoughtfully for a moment. The whiskey was nothing special, but he was getting hung up on everything lately. And he didn't like the loss of control, not one bit. Tyn opens the bottle up again and takes another swig, hissing and putting the bottle down as the burn was a little bit harsher this time.

There was a knock at his door and he stayed silent for a moment, not quite wanting to give away the fact he was in there. He already had so much on his hands he wasn't sure what he was going to start with just to get it all going smoothly again. The silence permeated the room before it sounds like something is being pushed underneath his door. Tyn leans over his desk to look at the bottom of the door, seeing a shadow behind it pushing a folded piece of paper under it. He watches the shadow walk down the hall away from his door before he stood up and walked over to it. Opening the door and looking down the halls for sign of who it was, there was nobody. And he had clear sight of the halls all the way to the elevator.

Maybe they went into a different room? Tyn thinks silently, looking down to the folded piece of paper before crouching down to pick it up. A confused look to his face as he stands back up and opens it.

She's alive

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That's unfortunately the ending for the book, I apologise if it seems a little bit rushed. But I've always been bad at making endings for my books. At least I try to make a good ending.

Oh well.

I guess I'll have to start on the next one.

I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned to find out what happens next!