In the darkness a whirlpool got a hold of the giant, his body was being sucked into the void. Then, the darkness was replaced by flames, he could smell the burning of his own flesh.
Sol came to himself... still affected by the otherworldly dream he had just now. His whole body was in pain, and he was very tired despite that he was only sleeping all this time. Kept his eyes closed for minutes, trying to fight the burning sensation. Then he heard the doc's words... "I am sorry, Sol."
Sol opened his eyes to see the doc holding an empty syringe, obviously not in the best spirits. Sol understood, he wasn't granted his wish; to wake up free, or not to wake up at all. But he knew that this was always very unlikely, and he didn't blame the doc one bit. For now he didn't want to think about it either, the pain, and his tiredness didn't let him.
Gathered his strength to mutter some words to the doc, "It's... alright, Doc. I..." couldn't continue, he just wanted a bit more rest now.
