They took their time while they were walking out of the park, trying to enjoy it however much they can. The sun was all bright now, leaving the shade of the plants also wasn't very desirable. As they left the garden behind unwillingly, Sol answered Lesi's question, not sure himself how much she can be helped, but he knew only one person who can help her.
"Hmm... Well, he did. He tried to cure me..." Sol mumbled, no energy could be felt in his voice.
They reached the giant stairways of the CMC after a short walk through the mildly crowded city, Sol remembered how hard it was to climb up to the top when he was here half a year ago, was all weak from the lack of cardamine. It felt easy enough this time, and when he checked again, they weren't really as gigantic as he remembered after all.
He nodded encouragingly to Lesi as the entrance door automaticly spread open before them, they stepped inside the lobby. Sol walked towards the reception area, feeling as nervous like the last time. He was guessing how Lesi's feeling right now, as he was like her before, just a lot more hopeless. He spoke to the woman behind the counter.
"Hello. We are here for Doctor John Henry Holliday... we need his help with a certain problem we have." he gave a forced smile, trying to make himself look a little more friendly but it probably didn't work, as his cardamine breather, giant figure, and weird looking goggles were as abrasive as ever.
After a long flight from Liberty to Omega 49, Ian Johnson brang his Eagle down to a landing pad. Looking out of his cockpit he sighed, shaking his head.
"Why am I here? I actually shouldn't be here and care about myself..."
He said to himself, looking at the controls of his ship. He suddenly hits his controls with his fists, seemingly suffering from some psychological issues as well. Then quickly lifting a hand up to his eyes to wipe away a tear, he opened the cockpit like it would get too hot for him inside there. He looked around and took a deep breath, already seeing the medical center from the far. He heard rumors of a doctor there, who might be able to help him with a disease, that could bring him the decease.
He started to walk towards the installation, still in thoughts.
"Why am I helping myself? How can I leave alone an important place in Liberty, where others could need my help. Fracking s***."
He continued walking to the rather big building and walked up the steps to the entrance. Actually he was hating doctors and medical 'stuff', like he prefered to call it. He looked at a datapad he was holding in his hand and checked the data. It would contain information about a DNA related disease, that is degenerating his cells but at the same time is part of the stem cells as well. It wouldn't need much more time until the disease would begin to dissolve parts of his own body.
He walked to the reception and stuttered a bit.
"I am searching for Doctor Holliday. Is he here? I heard he could maybe help me...with something..."
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The receptionist gave a soft, caring smile and began to explain.
"Dr. Holliday has been missing for the last couple of months." As she did, a young, red headed woman with a stethoscope around her neck and dressed in a nice shirt rounded the corner. From another corner, a tall, slender man also entered. His hair was still damp from a shower and he held a cup of coffee in one hand.
"Dr. Holliday," said the receptionist, "I didn't know you were here."
The red headed woman had a look of angry relief. "Doreen, I will explain later," Dr. Holliday explained.
He then turned to the man seeking treatment. After a brief discussion, he took his to a quiet room where they could talk while he looked him over.
Dr. Holliday himself looked a bit withdrawn. Still, he showed his usual care for his patient as he took scans and some blood work.
"This is new to me," he explained, looking at the results, "I will admit you immediately so that I can begin studying this."
He then asked him, "I need to know. Are you taking cardamine?"
Johnson nodded at the man the others called Doctor Holliday. If there was someone, who would be able to help him, then it would be Holliday, he thought. Though, nervous as always when being in medical installations, he followed the man into the room and sat down to let him do his work. Not feeling very good about it at all, due to his phobia, he tried to concentrate on the question the doctor asked him.
"Never touched it...and well...I am not planning to touch it in future as well..."
He then looked at the ground infront of him after speaking, obviously troubled with something else as well. He shook his head briefly and looked up at Holliday again, awaiting the answer.
Ian was too busy struggling with his emotions to notice the Kaichou that was following his ship.
He didn't notice it landing not far from his landing pad, nor did he see the girl coming out of the ship and following him sneakily.
It seemed the girl was on a 'I'm a secret agent!' trip, doing quite some hilarious and exagerated moves - capers and alike - causing some passerbys to raises an eyebrow in perplexity.
But yet again, all that wasn't quite necessary, since Ian Johnson wasn't able currently to mind about who would follow him here.
One would guess she was mainly doing that for her enjoyment.
She entered in the medical center after him and, hiding behind a partition hall, heard him ask where the fine Doc was.
The girl smiled mischievously, and, as soon as Doc appeared and asked Ian to follow him, she started again to play the secret agent.
This somewhat confused the receptionist who was only able to stare at that young and strange girl until she got out of her sight.
Concordia saw the two men entering in the room and shortly after opened the door and stepped in. "Johnny boy, Johnny boy..."she said with a warm smile"You know you have been very silly, honey?"
She quickly giggled and proceeded to hug suddenly the old Doc."You never called me! I was worried, you know..."
Meanwhile, Ian Johnson was gazing at the girl, seemingly shared between the annoyance and the pleasure to see her here.
The girl leaned back after a short while and studied Doc with a somewhat comical pout.
"Rmm... You don't look well, love... Can i do anything for you?"
Her somewhat worried expression was quickly replaced by a mischievous smile.
She quickly added"You know i'm good at healing sweethearts's hearts, don't you?"
That said, she tapped on his chest with a finger...
As the girl walked in, Ian looked surprised at Concordia, who was hugging the doctor. He frowned but evaded her look, looking at the wall to his right. In just a few seconds his mind began to race again, the same for his heart. He would stand up immediately and leave the room, but he can't. He came here for himself, he thought, trying to ignore the girl.
He then mumbled something, almost not understandable while still looking at the wall to his right.
"So...is there a possibility of a cure or is it rather...hopeless?"
He asked, obviously trying to speed up everything for some kind of reason, though, not realizing it would need some time anyway.
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Doc looked in surprise at Concordia. His deep eyes evidenced that he wasn't quite himself but this wasn't the place or time to discuss it.
"Concordia, I will speak with you shortly," he said calmly, "but for now, I have a patient, a patient who deserves the same private and extra care that all my patients receive." He then kindly showed her out and locked the door.
"Well, Ian, at least I know what to call you," he said kindly. "Please forgive the intrusion."
He then looked into his eyes, "until I can run a few tests, I can't say one way or the other. I will say that no matter what the odds, my staff and I try our best. That is why I created Canaria Medical."
He then sat back a bit, "DNA medicine is both difficult and controversial. Difficult, mind you but not impossible. It is controversial because lives must be taken to save another so not all doctors will do it."
He then went behind him, taking a deep tissue scan of Ian's brain and spinal cord. He hoped that his needed information would come from that.
If there is anything useful or rather odd looking can be found in the scans, then that the virus is spread over his whole body. In every cell there seems to be the yet rather sleeping virus, including his brain. However, one might notice, the virus is some kind of part of his DNA in his body. The scans would show normal neural activity, though, a higher amount of stress could be noticed.
As the Doc showed the girl out, he looked back infront of him, sighing, mumbling and asking himself quietly why she was here. Though, listening to Holliday, he shook his head.
"..must have followed me...not a problem..."
As he continued listening to him, he frowned, shaking his head again.
"Uuh...if other's lives have to be taken to save mine...I don't want to be cured. I can't just kill off people because I would need it to stay alive..."
He then sighed and looked infront of him while the Doc was scanning through his head. Ian still seemed to be dusturbed by something
She wanted to stay to hear what would happen to Ianie.
She would even have hold his hand and smiled to him if Johnny ever needed to use some needles on him.
But Johnny boy didn't let her. After she was gently kicked out, she stuck her ear to the door, trying to listen to the conversation that was going inside the room.
Without much luck however. The door was too heavy.
She sighed and leaned back, appearing to be lost in thought.
Johnny boy was a bit weird. She considered what she could do to make him smile...
Probably a good joke!
Maybe if she found a bucket and filled it with water.... Then put it on the top of some door?
That would be funny! But... Maybe Johnny boy would yell at her...
The girl shrugged and started to skip about in the medical center. She would find something!
Ian rubbed his forehead, not knowing if there is something he might have missed or didn't tell yet. Running through his mind for some time, he then shook his head and sighed.
"I think there aren't many, if even, possibilities to cure that..."
He mumbled to himself, looking on the ground again.
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