He opened his eyes, the lights irritating him as he right himself up to sit. His back was stiff, probably a result for being on bed for hours.
As well as being strapped to a seat for over 24 hours.
He sigh, almost laughingly. Well at least he's himself again. No OFs to provide life support, no more battles. No Nohman. As his eyes slowly adjust to the light, he find himself in what seems to be an infirmary. Cold sweat start to form all over his body. This is not right; This CAN'T be right! He know exactly where he is, but it just does not make any sense. He was in an infirmary alright, Deimos Station's infirmary. Somehow he can't remember how the hell he got there, and surely he doesn't want to stay there long enough to find out.
Wherever this is, I'm outta here!
He hurried off the bed, his feet felt the cold floor tiles. Just as he reach for the door knob, something pulled him back preventing him to go any further.
Puzzled, he turned and saw wires and cables he didn't notice when he's on the bed. And they all were attached to his back, from the back of his skull, and down his spine.
What the-!?
There was a faint click on the door knob as it was turned by whoever it was on the other side. A wave of blinding light flows into the room, and as he shields his eyes, he can make out an outline of someone approaching him, but he just can't identify the mysterious figure, who just stop in his tracks, speechless.
"Where on Earth am I? Who are you and what the hell did you do to me!?"
While Dingo yelled at the top of his voice, the figure appear to stay as still as it was. but Dingo can now hear him breathing. And sense a disturbing feeling that surrounds the figure. something in his mind tells him that the figure is someone whom he think he knows, but the other part of his mind tells him that it's not possible. Although confused, Dingo's expression switched to raging anger in a split second.
"Nohman..."
As he muttered the figure's name, he swear he could see the wicked smile on his face before there was a gunshot, and warm blood, HIS blood flows down his chest. As he fell, he began to hear someone, a girl, calling him by his name. And he think he smells coffee too...
"Dingo? DINGO!"
ARGH, CRAPTASTIC!
He'd spilt his cup of martian coffee in his sleep. In front of him, Angie was already showing signs of giggling. Rick, on the other hand, was laughing like there's no tomorrow.
"Your girlfriend in your dreams, Dingo?" Angie asked jokingly.
Ignoring her for a while, he quickly wipe off the excess drops of his favourite drink off himself. He was lucky somehow- He's still in his mining suit, which was made to be water proof.
"Yeah," Dingo replied with a faint smile.
"Well, you'd better get yourself another cup of that, you don't wanna have your LEV's drill on yourself the next time you wake up," said Rick between his laughter.
Dingo laughed as he got off his seat to get himself in the queue of miners for coffee.
"Don't worry, I'll have it on your butt, you still owe me twenty from last week's bet" he replied, smiling. It's been a long time since he'd been so light-hearted. And he felt good about it.