forum True Lab of His True Intention (O/O) (Rated M)

Started January 06, 2019 by Deleted user

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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?

Werry shifted on the chair, sighing. “Yeah. They’re all basically… cancer patients. But since they’re like this, I can’t release them back out to their families, even though the disease is gone because they look like this.”

"Cancer patients…" Sage echoed, looking down. "Do you remember their names? Do you remember a little boy named Homer? His eyes were green like mine. He was really small." She rambled quickly.

“Homer?” Werry repeated, raising his eyebrows. Blue sat up on the bed, hooting loudly.
Werry chuckled softly. “Indeed I do. Blue is the little boy named Homer S. Jensen.”

It felt as though the world had stopped, Sage's certainly came to a crashing halt. Her attention turned to Blue and she froze. Unmoving, unblinking even as tears streamed down her face. She thought she was going to faint, she couldn't breathe.

Homer? No, it-it can't be… Sage took a singular, shuddering inhale.

Werry was watching her carefully, his expression hidden. “Do you know Homer?” He asked carefully, not expecting an answer.
Blue hooted louder up at her, hopping off of the bed and closer to her, nudging her legs.

Sage managed a nod and jumped when Blue- Homer- Blue touched her. Her brain was a mess as she fumbled for the right words to say, but found she couldn't form any. Sobbing, she reached into be back pocket, pulled out her wallet, and found her ID. She passed it to Werry with quivering hands,

Blue hopped and hooted at her feet, jumping around cutely. Werry took the card with a faint “oh”, setting it down. The tiny monster on his shoulder hooted loudly, only once, as if miming Blue.

Sage sniffed and looked down to…. Just call him Blue.. She thought, wiping her cheeks. She scooped him into her arms, feeling a bit unsteady. "Blue…" She croaked.

Blue hooted softly and gently took her shirt in his hand. He leaned forward and pecked her cheeks in kisses.

Sage laughed through the tears, holding Blue tight. This was such a strange way to have her brother, but she was nontheless grateful.

Werry watched them with a faint sigh. “I’m sorry you have to look at him like that. It must be… terrible.”

Sage shook her head, her wet green eyes lifting to Werry. "No. No, I'm just happy I can look at him at all. She took when I wasn't there. I came home from school and he…. he was gone."

Werry leaned forward in his seat, the tiny monster on his shoulder singing a sweet note of song as he moved.
“I’m sorry. My alert for patients was very… sudden.”

"She did for the money." Her voice was raw with bitterness. This "She" was her mother, the woman who couldn't stand having a defected baby. The woman who made Sage go through hell. Thinking of her made Sage sick with hate.

“The money?” He had offered a lot of money, naturally, since he was asking for sick people.
“I…I’m sorry.”

Sage waved a hand dismissively, rocking Blue in her arms. "It's not your fault. It seemed only fair you give a hefty amount, this was a life you were asking for."

Blue hooted happily in her arms, leaning up to kiss her cheeks more. When that didn’t work, he settled for kissing her chin.
Werry sighed, relaxing again. “Right. Life…”

Sage smiled down to Blue, but only for a moment. Her eyes were on Werry once more in a second. "I know this isn't what you had planned. Not in the slightest. But, thank you."

Werry sighed softly and gently stroked the head of the tiny monster. It sung its high-pitched song again.
“You’re welcome. It’s not what I expected but… it’s one step closer.”

SHe smiled for him and then looked to the monster. "It was a baby?" She asked. It's gentle song was oddly calming.

Werry sighed and nodded his head slowly. “Yes. This little girl was a victim of down-syndrome. Her parents gave her up to me just out of spite. So I took her in… but she’s better now, fortunately, but she’s extremely tiny.”