While I was at home all night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about that blue haired girl that was locked away in Dr. Feelgood's asylum. Is she alright? Was she being institutionalized? What exactly did she suffer at the hands of that awful Nurse Ratchet? What if that Renfield Syndrome she had was intentionally misdiagnosed so she could disappear? I then looked at the bite on my arm that I disinfected and bandaged after I left her cell. It didn't look in any way infected or inflamed, in fact, I haven't felt any pain at all from it. Just who... or what, is Cyber? After mulling around those questions in my head, I got up and put the uniform back on, taking the keys to my car with me. It was a nice sports car that I ended up receiving from the doctor a few years before I moved up into the high security part of the ward. I put the key in the ignition and drove off, hoping to see her.
Before Dr. Feelgood took over the Institute, there was another doctor by the name of Loveless who ran the show. From what I read in the report, it was Dr. Loveless who diagnosed her. I brought this file up to one of the nurse practitioners there who was a friend of Dr. Feelgood's before I went to check on her the day prior, but she told me that the interns who worked there didn't know where it, or Cyber, came from, but then again, neither did the good doctor himself. If it weren't for the fact he found Loveless' old file, she would have disappeared from existence, because all of her personal information was there. As far as we all know, she's just always been a patient. The ink on the birth year had started to fade, so only those who had a good magnifying glass could read it. I guess the current administrator was looking for some answers, because this file is over 20 years old. Anyway, Dr. Loveless somehow died mysteriously from what I understood when I pressed Dr. Feelgood about how he took over the Institute. To this day, his death is labeled as an animal attack. That's all the information I know, but it doesn't seem sufficient, not to me, anyhow.
"Starting your shift early, Sixx?" A security guard by the name of Kurt smirked at me. "Yeah... I've got a question, Kurt." I leaned over on the side of my door as he lifted the hydraulic gate. "Shoot, Sixx." He grinned back. I pondered it over a little bit, knowing that before he came to work as a security guard here, he was involved with the police force for 30 years. "Do you happen to know about Dr. Montgomery Loveless?" The guard looked a little puzzled. "Loveless? That's a name I haven't heard since I made my ten-year mark on the force! Where did you find this information?" I sighed a little bit. " I found it in one of my patients' files." He looked a little uneasy as he tried to recall what happened. "I was there that night... when Loveless died. I asked the coroner about the injuries many times over, but he always insisted it was an animal that killed him. If you ask me, though... it was too clean for it to be a coyote attack." Kurt muttered a bit. "Don't tell anyone this, but I think it was that girl who thinks she's a vampire in that asylum... for all we know, she could be a vampire." Kurt then crossed himself, as he was a devout, yet superstitious Catholic. "You be careful with her, you hear?" I nodded before driving into the parking lot.
I got into the building, seeing as it was mostly just me, a few technicians, Mick, and Tommy, I started heading towards her cell. Tommy quickly ran behind me and grabbed my shoulder. "Whoa, there, tiger. You're planning to go back to her cell?" I looked at him as he did. "I want to check to see if she's okay." Tommy then scratched the back of his long, curly brown hair. "Alright... if you insist. She's nice towards me, but she kind of scares me sometimes." He handed me the key and escorted me over there. "By the way, T-Bone... why the hell does Dr. Feelgood keep that awful Nurse Ratchet around?" Tommy shrugged, though he smirked given I remembered his nickname from our residency days. "Well, she was here long before he took over the hospital from what I understand. I don't like her much either, but she keeps order." I winced at the way he worded the last sentence. "But don't you think her idea of a 'standard procedure' is cruel and unusual? That violates the primum non nocere rule." He scratched his head again. "Yeah, I do. What's sickening is that she's so nice about it afterwards. I think she might be a sadist." We both shuddered in unison, exchanging a laugh before coming up to Cyber's cell. I unlocked the cell door and handed the keys back to him. "You going to be alright, Sixx?" I nodded as I looked at Cyber's sleeping form. "Alright. Call if you need anything."
It was still the early morning, but I could see her sleeping peacefully. Or at least, I thought she was until she opened her eyes like she was fully alert. "Nikki... I'm so glad you're here... it was getting lonely." What?! How could she talk to me? The last time I saw her, I had to put that awful muzzle back on her. "It's okay, Nikki, I have telepathy. Go ahead... talk to me." Well... what could I say? Other than that I was thinking of her all night... "Well... how are you feeling?" Cyber sat up and scooted over on her bed. "I'm alright... I missed you." I saw a light pink flush over her cheeks. The fact that she did made me smile. I then sat down next to her as she leaned over on my shoulder. "Good thing Vince is asleep, huh?" I saw her cock an eyebrow. "Tell me about it... he's been teasing me about you nonstop." I looked over at the blonde snoring in the corner of the room, then back at Cyber. I noticed there was a strange mark on her neck, which was the bloodied jawbone of a donkey. "What is that on your neck?" I asked, genuinely curious. "The Mark of Cain. I got it when I was turned." I frowned a little bit as I examined it closer, seeing bite marks similar to what she gave me. "You're concerned with turning, aren't you? I saw you wince." I heard her voice as she looked up at me. "Well... yes." Cyber gave me an earnest look. "The only time I will ever turn anyone is if they made the choice to be turned."
Our speech-and-thought conversation was interrupted by Nurse Ratchet opening the door to Cyber's cell. "Are you going to be good today? No more biting nurses?" Cyber growled at her as her eyes turned red again. "Now, now... it's for your own good." I stopped Nurse Ratchet from getting her hands on her. "Ratchet, let me take care of this one..." Her eyes then reverted back to normal, she quickly nodded in agreement. "Alright then... just this once." I nodded as I quickly undid the muzzle on cyber, but did it as gently as I could. "Thank you..." Cyber muttered as she flexed her jaw. "Now, go on, Ratchet... she's my case after all." Nurse Ratchet didn't say anything as she left. "Are you okay?" I asked Cyber. "My jaw's sore, but I'll be fine. There's just one thing, though." She smirked. "And that is?" I asked right as she dove for my lips. I was surprised by the sudden kiss, but I didn't mind it. In fact, I kissed in return. "Don't tell blondie over there I kissed you. He'll never let me live it down." She laughed. "I won't tell him." I grinned back. I then picked her up and started cuddling her again. Somehow, I knew she felt at peace in my arms. "You look tired, Nikki. Did you get any sleep at all?" I rubbed my eyes as I did. "To tell you the truth, no." She smirked. "Go on and get a cup of coffee, or whatever it is you humans do. I'll wait here." I looked at her with concern. "Are you sure?" She nodded. "I'll be fine. As long as you're around, Nurse Ratchet is the least of my concern." I set her down and stood up. "Alright, then. I promise I'll be back for you." She smiled as I left her cell, knowing now that she was just as concerned about me as I was about her.