Ash started at Aventine for a moment.
”Girl you are so lucky to be alive right now.”
She walked over to the bed and knelt beside it. She reached out and put a hand on Aventine’s arm.
She listened closely to Pic’s tune for a moment and then closed her eyes. A golden ray of light started to flow from her fingers and wrapped around Aventine’s body full encasing her in light.
The light stayed for about a minute and then slowly faded away.
Ash stood up and backed away from the bed.
”You aren’t perfectly healed. There was too much damage for me to do that. However you should be almost healed. Definitely stable. If you’re in pain send someone to get me. I can get you some pain killers.”
Ash sat up slightly and listened for a moment.
"I'm sorry Turing. We can get back to this in a little bit but there's someone else who needs help and it sounds like a little kid. You can come with me if you would like. I'm heading to the infirmary."
Ash vanished in a flash of gold light and reappeared in front of the kid.
"Where's your mom?"
I don’t feel as if there’s any point or purpose for me to be right now. Anything I do or have done for anyone could easily be done by someone else. And all I’m doing now is being a burden if anything. I’m struggling and so people are worried and I can’t tell anyone how to help because I don’t know what I need or how to fix any of these problems. I wish people would check in or talk to me but I can’t ask them to do it because then they aren’t talking to me because they want to but because they feel obligated to. And then I become I burden. And even though I feel like I have no point or purpose I can’t do any of the things my brain supplies for me to do about it because then when people find out they’ll feel bad and be worried and upset and I will just once again be a burden. And so I’m stuck in this loop of thoughts and I am so done and over it. I just want this all to be over.
Ash scrolled through the results.
”It’s mostly about this guy. Did some computer stuff that helped us reach all the modern stuff. He’s from the early 1900s. Died by suicide. Anything of that stick out to you?”
@The Aspiring Archivist