Chapter Seven
Ib POV
"Hello, love."
I found him. I finally found my Garry. My Garry. I like the sound of that.
Garry was battered and bloody. He had cuts and scrapes all over him.
"Oh Garry, what did they do to you?" I asked as I brushed his hair away from his face. I needed a vase. A full vase.
"TUELY!" I yelled.
"Yes friend?"
"I need a vase full of water. Quickly!"
"But friend there's one right next to you…" He replied.
"Huh?" I turned and looked and sure enough there was a blue vase sitting next to me.
"Save him Ib. Save him and make it out of here alive." A voice whispered.
"Thank you Mary." I muttered as I placed his rose in the water.
I watched as his rose slowly budded and bloomed back to life.
Garry POV
Floating. I feel like I'm floating. My pain is gone. But…. I feel empty. Why do I feel empty?
I know… It's cause I left her. My Ib. I left my Ib.
Floating.
Then I felt it. The warmth spreading from my heart outward. Traveling through my veins, healing my wounds, giving my breath.
I opened my eyes and found two red ones staring down at me. But not the red ones I was expecting.
"Hello friend!" The blue doll said to me.
"AH!" I screamed as I pushed myself backwards. "Why must you follow me everywhere? You creepy little monster…"
"You know you should be nicer to him." A voice said. "He helped save your life."
I turned around to find a sight that made my heart stop. Leaning up against the wall, clothed in nothing but a knee length petticoat and a corset, was my Ib.
"Ib…" I whispered as I got to my knees.
She pushed off the door and ran into my awaiting arms.
"Garry… Garry I'm so sorry I left you. I'm so sorry I didn't come back for you. I'm sorry." She sobbed into my shoulder.
"Sh sh… It's ok." I whispered to her as I petted the back of her head. "You're here now and you just saved my life. I'm pretty sure that compensates for it."
She laughed and sat up. "Garry?"
"Yes?"
"Why is there red paint in your hair?" She giggled.
Third Person POV
Ib helped pull Garry to his feet.
"C'mon." Ib said and she pulled him towards the door. "We've got to find a way out of here."
*While avoiding the deranged artist. This should be fun.* Garry thought to himself.
"C'mon Tuely we're leaving." Ib yelled over her shoulder.
The little blue doll ran across the ground and up her legs til he reached her shoulder.
"Wait you bringing him with us?" Garry asked.
"Yep. He's my little helper." She said.
"O… Kay…" Garry said.
The trio stood at the door that led back into the museum.
Ib reached over and grabbed Garry hand as he turned the knob.
