***Hello, everyone! Yeah, I had this written even before I uploaded the chapter yesterday because I was on a roll and I had nothing better to do with my time... that's unimportant! Grillby and Ember belong to Toby Fox, Cyra belongs to me, and let's go!

Chapter Six: Thinking Hard

When Dr. Holland came in, he was quick to help Ember up and help her out of the room. That left two quite awkwardly-silent flame elementals alone with each other.

"I'm off to go get Ember's toy," Grillby eventually said. "Okay," Cyra said.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she hardly even noticed when Grillby left the room.

XxX

The drive home and getting Ember's stuffed scarf mouse didn't take long. It was when Grillby passed his room that he paused. It used to be his shared bedroom. He went inside and dug into the bottom drawer of his nightstand.

It took a bit of time to find it, but there it was. An old, dusty picture from Grillby and Cyra's wedding day. It had been taken right after they'd officially become husband and wife. The woman he'd loved, married, and had a child with... she now hated him with a passion.

A numb depression had fallen over him for a short time after she'd left him, and even more so after the legal business was done. But time healed Grillby, and so did raising Ember. But now that she was in the hospital and he would be seeing Cyra for the next few days...

Grillby felt several things, and most of them, he couldn't begin to wrap his head around. But he would try.

XxX

Cyra, when she was alone, began pacing the floor. When she couldn't clear her head doing that, she went down the hall and came back with a drink from the vending machine. When she'd downed it all and was still just as she was before, she angrily crumpled up the bottle and threw it into the trash can.

She laid down on the hospital bed with a sigh. Her thoughts were on Grillby. God, why had Ember emphasized their past relationship?

"Because she tried to kill herself over our fight," Cyra mumbled. She hated that even more. She wanted to just leave Grillby behind and let him know just how she'd felt when she was expecting Ember and he was off at work, spending all of his time at that stupid restaurant.

All Cyra wanted was love. She just wanted a happy marriage and to raise her child in a good home. She knew that every relationship was a partnership, and that it was an effort from both ends. That both ends needed to give chance. But Cyra also knew that Grillby had blown his chances.

She wasn't so certain of that anymore, though.

XxX

By the time Grillby got back, Ember was back in her hospital room. "I brought you your scarf mouse," he said. Ember smiled, gladly taking the stuffed animal into her arms. "Thanks," she said.

"Cyra, I ran into a nurse on the way up. She said that visiting hours are almost over. I only got to go up here because I had to drop off the scarf mouse," Grillby explained.

Cyra stood up from her chair, although she was hesitant to do so. "Alright."

XxX

After saying goodnight to Ember, Grillby and Cyra left. The elevator ride and walk out to the parking lot were silent, making it seem like a lot longer of a trip than it actually was. Eventually, though, they did have to part ways.

"Tomorrow it is, then?" Cyra asked.

"Actually, I have to work tomorrow. I had some trainees for new employees lined up, so you don't have to deal with me," Grillby said. "You won't even take time off for your own daughter. Of course," Cyra said, crossing her arms. There was a sudden hand over her mouth.

"Shut up, Cyra."

With those ice-coated words, Grillby walked away.

***And that's this chapter done. Be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!