Two eyes widened up in a dimly lit room. The yellow flower in front of the source of this dim light had been there for so long, it was slowly withering away.
The patient wondered how long was he lying on that bed as he got up and stared at the poor flower.'You and me, we are alike.'he sighed. His eyes moved on to the rings lying next to the vase so peacefully... They were not so peaceful for Sol's mind, even now... He barely moved his eyes off them and took the goggles which were collecting dust for a while on the stand. Cleaned them up with his hospital clothes and donned them on. Opened the door to see a nurse watching him, she looked tired, the corridor was empty if not for her. He turned his back to her and walked away, ignoring her protests. Found himself outside soon, it was dark and probably very late as there was nearly no one around. As he was walking down the stairs, passing the beautiful park, making his way to the landing pads, he reminisced every second he had lived in those places. Mr. Badguy was still where Sol left him. Sol felt nice despite everything when he was in the cockpit of his Sabre again.
He remembered Doc's words, 'What makes you a slave is not cardamine, but your loyalty to Maltese,'. "I am sorry, Doc," he muttered as he was rising above the clouds, "I am weak,".
Sol didn't know what was next then, but he knew that... he was craving for cardamine, and only that mattered.
