Sonic walked into the room, seeing Eggman sitting up, alone. "Sorry for leaving you without saying, Egg." He grew closer, holding a box in his hands. Tails followed after him, his tails flicking gently. "We got you a gift."
Eggman turned to look at Sonic, his daze a little off. Sonic tilted his head, wondering what was wrong. He looked broken and upset. "Oh, you didn't have to do that. I told you…I'm…I'm fine." He sounded really depressed.
"Is everything alright, Eggman?" Sonic placed the box on the counter, taking the man's hand. "You don't sound fine."
He looked up a little more, centering his eyes a little more on Sonic's. "I…I was told I'll…be staying a little more than we were thinking…something…something came up."
"What? What's wrong?" His voice was shaking, causing Eggman to cringe.
"I…I'm…I haven't eaten…" He stumbled, trying to make up an excuse.
"Eggman, you ate last night." Sonic tried to look into Eggman's eyes, but he turned away.
"That wasn't really eating. I'm on a liquid diet right now." Thankfully, he thought, this was true. He hasn't been able to eat solids since he first woke up. "They don't know…if I'll be able to eat until…another week or so…"
"Well," He heard Tails' voice, and looked up. "That isn't so bad. A week is only seven days, after all."
Eggman didn't want to tell Sonic the horrible news, but he was scared. His hand grew into a fist, squinting ever so lightly. Maybe…if I squint…I'll be able to see! Sadly, this wasn't the case. The world around him was like that of a painting that a preschooler has made with all sorts of colors, mixed together from rain. He couldn't make out anything, not even the orange fox that he knew was in front of him from the child's voice. Everything just mixed and mangled together to form a blob of colors. "Are you ok, Eggman?"
He snapped out of his daze, looking down in the voice's direction. "Yeah, I was just deep in thought."
Tails blinked, trying to read the man's emotions through his eyes, but it seemed to be muffled. They were glazed over in a sort of grayish tone, making it a hazy mess. "Alright then…" He turned himself, waving. "I got to get back home. I have some cleaning to do."
Sonic waved, keeping his eyes on the man. Something was horribly off with him now, but he couldn't pinpoint it out. "Well…Tails and I…we got you a gift. Why don't you open it?"
Eggman's heart sank. How was he to open something he couldn't see? Granted, he always thought that being blind meant he couldn't see a thing, that he would live in total blackness. But he could see the colors, the lights, though very dim. He feared the worst, from what the doctors have been asking. "What can you see?" He was going to go into a strange room to have tests done; thought the strangeness of the room didn't really matter to him much anymore.
"Hello, earth to Eggman, what is in that brain of yours?" He shook it off as Sonic's voice came through to him. "You seem to be spacing out much more than normal."
"I just…have a lot on my mind." He stared out, hoping he was looking at the gift Sonic was speaking about. "Are you able to give it to me…the gift…?"
Sonic smiled, handing the man the small box. He felt exited for him to be opening it, strangely enough. Eggman felt around, trying to find the top; this is totally going to give it away. Sonic watched as he did, a little confused; after all, the top was right there.
He popped it open, felling inside for whatever was it that Sonic had gotten. He felt a soft figure, a stuffed animal of some sort. He felt it more, trying to tell just what it was. A nose, two eyes, floppy little ears, a tail, four legs; was it a dog, or something in the same family? "Is it a dog?"
"Of course, silly, what did you think it was, a BEAR?!" Eggman smiled gently, thankful Sonic didn't get a hint as to why he was questioning the animal. "Though…I really wanted to get you a hedgehog," the hedgehog grumbled, his ears folding back. "But they didn't have any!"
Eggman soften his smile, bringing the gift close to his chest. "Oh, but the dog is just fine. I love him." He looked down; trying to tell the color, but it was too hard to focus. It was rather dizzying, all the colors blending and moving, it was making him light headed. He rested his head down, placing his hand on his forehead. He let off an ill sigh.
"Eggman, what's wrong?"
His grip on the dog weakened, letting him fall down to the bed, and his consciousness was fading. "Sonic…I feel sick…" He tried closing his eyes, but it didn't really help. "I…I'm really dizzy…"
Sonic nodded, running off to warn someone, stopping at the door. "You'll be just fine…I promise." He continued, his footsteps vanishing.
Eggman found he wanting to heave, but had no energy to push up; nothing was in his stomach but acid, jell-o, and water. Could this be because his perception of vision was out of whack; that because he lost his vision, he was losing balance and was growing sea sick? Everything seemed to be moving and blending without him even taking a single step, and he didn't feel anything. It was like sitting on a blimp, but only seeing the movement of the sky and not feeling the drifting of the blimp, itself.
Someone came in, placing their hands on Eggman's forehead, but he couldn't really comprehend what was going on. He felt suddenly really weak and ill; his face was flush and beating. He hadn't taken notice of the rapid beating of the monitor. "Mr. Robotnik, are you with us?"
He found his grip tighten around the dog, tearing up. He didn't want to open his eyes; he didn't want to do anything. "Robotnik, come to us!"
He felt himself falling, the grip around his plush dog weakened. He let off a gasp of air, and nothing more.