[Evil Tink]

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After a few days, Solomon was able to keep conscious for most of the day as his body began the slow and painful process of healing; bottle by bottle. At about 3am on the fourth night, his lungs began to reconstruct, causing him to cough up blood and bits of lung that were not savable. His body was mostly healed by this time, mainly his upper body, so he felt a bit better.

He noticed that at this point in time, he was alone in his room. Jack was most likely sleeping for now and Alicia was most likely getting more blood for Holden and himself. At least he knew Holden was alright. That was most important, next to the car. Even though he despised the bottled blood that he was being forced to drink, he craved it more than anything; or rather any source of blood would be fine. He wanted to just be done with this.