A few days have passed since Eggman's attempt at moving. He seemed to be getting stronger, but every time he tried to get up, he would feel a strong, sharp pain going down his spine. He was getting better with his speech, however. He didn't have to take a breath after every other syllable, which made him happy. His eyes were still dull, which worried the young hedgehog, but he kept insuring him that his vision was fine; that he could see him.

It frustrated Eggman how the doctors would ask more about his memory than anything else. "I wasn't struck in the side of the head; I am hurt in the back. Do you guys not know about the brain?" They ignored him, which frustrated him even worse. In turn, Sonic would ask him questions about seeing. "How many fingers am I holding up" and "what is playing on the TV right now" with the sound turned to mute. He would answer, thanking Sonic for his time.

A week later, he found himself sitting up, and it made him happy. "Can I go home now?" The nurse would roll her eyes, turning him down without a second thought.

Sonic snuggled close to his pillow, letting off a soft yawn. It was growing dark and his eyes grew heavy. Eggman was lying down, close to him, looking out the window. "Soon enough, Egg. You'll be out of here…we'll be fighting again in no time, flat…right?"

He pondered, looking down at the hedgehog. He didn't know the answer, but he couldn't tell him that. He still felt light heady, and he felt less motivated to do anything. He feared to tell anyone, though. "Oh, I'm fine" is all he would say. "…We'll see, Sonic." He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'll see you in the morning, alright?"

Sonic let off another yawn, nodding. "Yeah..."

They both drifted into their dream worlds, oblivious to the world around them. This is how their day ended, each and every night.

Yet, Eggman found himself waking constantly, the pain eating away in the back of his head. The nurses would come in, asking if everything was fine. He would lye, nodding. "Of course…I'm fine." Gripping onto the blanket underneath tightly, causing his knuckles to grow white. He tried rather hard not to cry out, to not wake the body sleeping next to him.

One morning, Tails slipped in silently, smiling. "I was wondering…if we could go and get him a get well gift. You know, to make him feel a little better." Sonic blinked, looking down at the sleeping man. He had finally fallen into a deep sleep; he didn't want to wake him. But if he left without telling him, he would panic for sure. "I think he'll understand."

Sonic nodded, turning to Tails. "What were you thinking on getting him; a broken egg that is tapped up, with a sign next to it saying 'get well soon'?"

Tails nodded, chuckling. They left the room, keeping the door slightly ajar. The room was quite silent, with only the beeping and breathing breaking it.

"Tails…I'm worried."

"About what," The two stopped by the cafeteria to grab a bite on the way to the gift shop down stairs. "You know how tough Eggman is. He isn't going to let a single car stop him."

Sonic shook his head. "His eyes are really dull."

"So,"

He looked down at his food, losing his appetite. "I heard…someone in the halls…that the dullness of eyes…could mean blindness."

Tails pondered for a moment. Sonic was really worried about Eggman, more than he really should. "And what if he does go blind? It is the factor of life, you know. You can't really stop it."

"It's just…I'm really scared…" A tear fell down his face as the memory of the incident flooded him mind once again. He didn't really feel guilty; he knew there was really nothing he could have done differently. It was more of the image itself that scarred him in such a way to grow fearful. He has known Eggman all of his life practically, and to see him beaten up and injured in the way that he was, lying there in the street, bleeding heavily from the huge gash in the back of his head, it did a number on his self-esteem.

Tails let off a soft smile, taking the hedgehog's hand. "He'll be fine. This is Eggman we are talking about. He is too stubborn. No head injury will defeat him!"

Eggman shifted, letting off a deep yawn. He was growing conscious once again from the sharp pain of his head. "Good morning, Mr. Robotnik." He heard a voice, but it wasn't of Sonic. Is he out? He started getting up, feeling hands resting around his body to help him. He let off another yawn, rubbing his eyes. They were still closed; they were too heavy to open. "Your company is out eating breakfast." The nurse's voice seemed soothing and calm, relaxing Eggman ever so slightly. At least he knew where Sonic was. "How is your head doing?"

"It…hurts a little. But other than that," He opened his eyes, finally, his heartbeat growing rather rapid at the sight, rather, the lack there was.

"Mr. Robotnik, what's wrong?!"

He was staring down at the ground, blurred as though he was underwater. He couldn't really make out any of the shapes: his hands, the bed, the nurse's feet, they were all blending together in one solid color. Grey. "M-Ma'am…" He mumbled, fear eating at his heart. "M-Ma'am…I-I can't see…"

"You can't…see?" She stepped back. "I'll get the doctor!" She left him alone; he knew this by her rapid footsteps vanishing.

He felt tears falling down his face, hitting his mustache. "I…I can't…see…" He clamped his hand on his chest, felling sick.

The rapid footsteps came back, and doubled. "Mr. Robotnik, what's wrong?!"

He looked up at where the voices were coming from, fear deep in his dead, glossy eyes. "I've gone blind."