Blue hooted up at her once she let it go, thumping its legs on the bed. It snuggled back into her side, resting its chin on her tummy. It yawned cutely.
Sage looked to Blue and curled up around the little monster, hugging it. Somehow, it knew exactly what she needed, and supplied. She kissed it's head.
Blue hugged its arms around her neck, hooting softly into the peaceful air. The tiny monster hooted back.
A soft gasp escaped from Sage as she gazed in wonder at the back of Werry. She wondered if the little monsters were friends, probably siblings. She smiled at the thought. If only Werry would join them so she could see the tiny monster. But she knew he wouldn't. She'd try again, she decided. If he was still awake when the monsters slept, she would try to reach him again.
Blue hooted back to the tiny one, who had moved against Werry to look up at Blue. The tiny one hooted back slowly, kneading its hands into Werry’s shoulder.
Wathcing the exchange play out between the two creatures, Sage was in awe. They were were both so small and adorable, she could hardly stand it, they were so precious.
Blue hooted and hooted, its eyes falling shut. The tiny monster relaxed back against Werry, cooing and humming slowly as it drifted off.
Sage didn't speak until both monsters were asleep, listening for the soft and recognizable hum of their slumber.
"Werry…" she whispered.
Werry ignored her, gently stroking the top of the tiny monster’s head. His monsters were so sweet and gentle. He shouldn't even call them monsters.
A feeling surged through her, but it wasn't guilt this time. It was anger. She slipped from the bed with Blue in her arms, wrapping a sheet around the two of them.
"I wish you would stop ignoring me." She said as she moved to stand in front of him.
Werry glanced up at her briefly then back down at the tiny monster on his shoulder.
“I don’t understand your complaint.”
"Yes, you do." Sage said with a shake of her head. "You're ignoring because you're still upset about what I said, even though I've apologized repeatedly and I don't think that's fair."
“However what you’ve said is unfair. To me and my monsters.” He glared at her sternly.
"But I apologized. And I tried to make things right, but you continue to shun me." Sage's brow furrowed.
“It’s obvious I didn’t accept your apology. Why would I?” He asked with a scowl.
"Because I'm sorry, and you know I am. Werry, what I said was stupid, I was upset and confused and I shouldn't have tried to fit you and your world in my box of understanding when I haven't seen it all…So please, don't sit there and continue to be mad at me. Or this will never get better for either of us." Sage huffed.
Werry shifted in the chair, glaring at her. “Where’s this sudden change of heart coming from? All you said to me a couple days ago was true. I’m a terrible person for doing this, so I don’t need your apologies.”
"No." Sage shook her head.
"What you did was brave and very difficult. But you gave it your all, didn't you? It doesn't matter if you succeeded or not. The knowledge you gather laid a greater foundation for the minds to come after you. You're not a terrible person, I'm just a jerk who should've watched what she was saying…"
Werry hitched his feet onto the chair he was sitting on, still looking annoyed. The tiny monster hummed softly in its tiny sleep.
“I’m not saying that you’re not in fault. But you were right. My experiments ended so badly…”
"Yes, they did but… Everything comes with a sacrifice. You knew it was risky when you engage in it. That doesn't make you a bad, evil, villain because you didn't get the results you were expecting."
Werry sighed and continued the gentle strokes of the tiny monster, who was still humming.
“I guess.” She had lost his interest. What he did was wrong.
"I don't understand this, though. You knew people were going to die. Why'd you do it?" She asked. THen thought better of it. "Nevermind, don't answer that…"
“I didn’t think they would. My prelabs showed the virius would be eradicated. And the ones I did test, it really did. Most of these guys are cancer patients. The cancer’s gone but… they’re like this.”
"Like what?" Sage asked. She wasn't sure what he was referring to. All the articles she read had said his patients had died….each and every one of them.
“What do you mean?” His eyes flitted to her and out of his thoughts.
"You said, 'Most of these guys are cancer patients. The cancer’s gone but… they’re like this…' What is 'this'? What are they like now?" She asked.
“Like that.” Werry gestured to little Blue, who definitely wasn’t human anymore. “Like blobs of skin. But kind and thankful.”
Sage fell speechless. Her mouth hung open but nothing came out. She just shook her head, confused and slightly frightened. What had morphed them into such forms? And why was Blue so small if he was a cancer patient….
Homer… He was just like Homer, wasn't he?
(Bruh ok I have an idea
Hang on
What if Blue
Was Homer?)
(Oh.
My.
Goodness!!!
YES!!!
YES!))
