As his attention turned to Doc Holliday, he didn't see Anna who snuck past him. Sol scanned the doctor from head to toe. Could this guy really cure him, or would Sol be wasting time?
He hoped that Concordia is right as there wasn't much cardamine left.
"Doctor Holliday... I need your help... this problem, people say there is no cure for it..." pointed the cardamine breather. "But I heard that if anyone can help me, it is you... So I am here..."
Still on the lookout for Anna he didn't feel confident standing by the entrance, and also he wanted to sit somewhere as he was barely able to stand.
"Can we talk about this in a more private place? I... I have a long story to tell."
