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I must have drifted off sometime before dawn.
When I woke, the first thing I noticed was the warmth against my palm. My fingers were still laced with his. Sonic’s hand fit perfectly in mine, soft even through the bandages that wrapped around his wrist. His breathing was slow, even, each rise and fall of his chest syncing with the gentle rhythm of the monitors beside him.
For a moment, I just stared, unsure whether I was still dreaming. The room was dim, painted gold by the morning sun that crept through the blinds. I could hear the faint hum of machines, the soft buzz of fluorescent light in the hallway beyond the door. Everything felt distant, except for him.
I didn’t even realize I was smiling until I caught myself doing it. Chaos, how I love this fool.
The clock on the wall read a little past eight. Visiting hours would begin soon.
And if anyone walked in to find me here like this…
I sighed quietly, reluctant to move, but I knew I had to.
With care, I loosened my fingers from his and leaned forward, brushing my lips against his cheek. It was barely a kiss, the kind you give when you don’t want to wake someone, but need to feel them alive under your touch.
“Good morning, darling,” I murmured, my voice low.
Then I pulled back, forcing the warmth of that moment down as I moved to the far corner of the room, taking up the same position I’d had yesterday, quiet, observant, unseen.
Not even a minute later, the door clicked open. A nurse stepped in, followed by Amy and Tails. Her expression froze when she saw me.
“Oh! Sir, visiting hours have just opened,” she said, blinking in surprise. “How… how did you get in here?”
I met her gaze, calm and unmoving. “A building that houses the sick and injured should have better security.”
The nurse frowned faintly, confused but too polite to argue. “Right… well, please don’t make a habit of this.”
Tails tilted his head, brow raised. “Shadow? Have you been here all night?”
“Looks that way,” Amy said, stepping past him. “You really care, huh?”
I said nothing, just folded my arms as she and Tails took their usual places, Amy by Sonic’s side and Tails by the monitor. They didn’t press further, though I caught a flicker of curiosity in their eyes before they returned their focus to Sonic.
Amy adjusted his pillow, smoothing his fur with gentle hands. “Hey, Sonic,” she whispered, voice trembling between affection and worry. “We’re here again, yeah? You’ve got us looking out for you.”
Tails glanced at the readings on his device. “Vitals are good. Still steady. That’s a good sign.”
Amy smiled faintly. “Of course they are. It’s Sonic.”
Their faith in him was something I admired, even envied. They never doubt him, not even for a second.
As the morning stretched on, the room settled into a quiet rhythm: Amy’s soft humming, Tails’ data-logging, the slow, steady beep of the monitor. I stayed silent in my corner, watching them, watching him.
And I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if I didn’t have to stay in the corner.
If I could walk right up to him, brush my fingers through his fur, and sit beside him without needing an excuse. If I could tell them the truth, that I wasn’t here out of duty, or curiosity, or pity. I was here because I loved him.
The thought alone brought an ache to my chest.
I imagined what it would be like to be open about us, to walk through the streets together without the need for distance. To share a meal, or a laugh, or a moment like last night in a public space, without the risk of being seen. To have our friends know, to have Rouge tease us without consequence, and to have Amy smile instead of guessing.
But every fantasy carries its opposite.
Because I could also see the headlines, I could see the media twisting our bond into a spectacle. ‘Sonic’s Secret Rival Romance.’ ‘Hero and Anti-Hero: Forbidden Love?’
They’d swarm him with cameras and questions, dissect his life, his choices, his heart, all because of me.
And what would that do to him?
To his image, his reputation, the way the world saw him as their golden hero?
It was easier this way.
Easier to hide behind half-smiles and silence than risk breaking what he’d built.
Still… the more I looked at him, the harder that truth became to hold onto.
By late morning, the door opened again. Rouge and Knuckles stepped in together, one graceful, one loud.
“Well, well,” Rouge said, a smirk tugging at her lips as soon as she saw me. “Would you look at that? Shadow the Hedgehog, sitting in a hospital, looking positively domestic. I never thought I’d see the day.”
Amy turned from Sonic’s bedside, smiling widely. “He was already here when we got here this morning.”
Rouge raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall beside me. “Already here, hmm? You must really like Sonic.”
“He must have been here all night looking after Sonic!” Tails jumped in.
Rouge’s grin widened. “Oh, I bet he was.”
I didn’t respond. Just stared ahead, arms crossed, trying to pretend my ears weren’t burning.
Knuckles shrugged. “Hey, whatever helps him recover, I guess.”
The room settled after that. Amy went back to fussing, Tails checked another set of monitor readings, and Rouge started chatting with Omega through her communicator. The normalcy was almost comforting.
Then, faintly, a sound broke through the hum of machines, a soft groan.
Everyone froze.
“...Sonic?” Amy’s voice trembled as she leaned in. “Sonic, can you hear me?”
My heart lurched. I leaned forward in my seat before stopping myself, my instinct colliding with restraint.
Sonic’s fingers twitched, his brow furrowed. Slowly, his eyes cracked open, blinking against the light. “...Ugh… what… happened?”
Amy gasped. “You’re awake! Oh, thank Chaos, you’re awake!”
Knuckles stepped closer. “Easy, blue boy. You took a hit from one of Eggman’s new toys. You’ve been out for a while.”
Sonic’s eyes darted around the room, confusion, then recognition. “Hospital… great,” he muttered, voice hoarse but laced with that familiar sarcasm.
Tails exhaled shakily. “You scared us, Sonic. The burns, the blast. You’re lucky to be alive.”
Sonic tilted his head back with a faint grin. “Heh. Guess I still got it.”
Amy frowned, swatting his arm gently. “This isn’t funny! You should be resting.”
“I am resting!” Sonic shot back, though the effort made him wince.
Rouge laughed softly from the back of the room. “Looks like he’s back to normal already.”
I stayed where I was, my pulse steadying only when I heard his voice again, alive, strong, carefree as ever. Relief flooded through me so powerfully that it almost made me dizzy.
The staff should know he’s awake.
Quickly, I rose from my seat and went to the hallway, flagging down a nurse.
Then the nurse entered, brisk but kind. “Ah, you’re awake! Good to see you with us, Mr. Sonic.”
Sonic gave her a lopsided grin. “Yeah, sorry about that. Guess I gave everyone a scare.”
“You certainly did,” she said, checking the machines and then coming to one of his sides to lift his arm. “Your burns are healing well, but you still need plenty of rest. No running, no jumping, and certainly no saving the world for at least a few weeks. You’re going to remain here for the majority of your recovery.”
Sonic pouted, actually pouted, and something about it made me want to laugh. “Aw, come on. I’ll go stir-crazy.”
“I’m sure your friends will keep you entertained,” she replied smoothly. “Now, please don’t strain yourself.”
He sighed but nodded, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Resting’s for slowpokes.”
Amy beamed, brushing his quills carefully. “You heard her. Rest. That’s an order.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, but his eyes softened when he looked at her, then flicked briefly toward me. Just for a heartbeat.
And in that moment, our gazes locked.
The world seemed to shrink to just us, his tired smile, the faint spark in his eyes that said I’m okay. I let myself breathe again, the tension easing from my shoulders.
He didn’t need to say a word.
He didn’t need to say anything at all.
The day passed in a haze of conversation and laughter.
Amy chatted nonstop, filling the silence with stories about what's been going on in town. Knuckles argued with Rouge about whose hit destroyed Eggman’s prototype faster. Tails rambled about his newest gizmos and gadgets he’s been working on.
And Sonic, though visibly tired, kept smiling, throwing in a few one-liners to keep everyone laughing.
I stayed back, mostly quiet, though every time his eyes drifted toward me, I felt the unspoken connection hum in my chest. That one no one else could see.
When the nurse returned at sunset, she clasped her hands together and gave us that polite but firm smile. “I’m sorry, everyone. Visiting hours are over.”
Amy sighed. “Already?”
“Afraid so,” the nurse said. Then she turned her gaze on me specifically. “That includes you, too, Mr. Shadow. Everyone must be out for the evening.”
I raised a brow. “I’ll manage.”
“I’m sure you will,” she said dryly, clearly not buying it. “But you’ll manage outside.”
Amy giggled softly, giving Sonic’s hand a gentle squeeze. “We’ll be back tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah,” Tails added. “Just rest, Sonic. No heroics until you’re fully healed.”
Knuckles gave a short nod. “We’ll handle Eggman in the meantime.”
“Thanks, guys,” Sonic said softly. “Really.”
“Sleep well, blue!” Rouge called stunting out the door.
As they began to file out, I lingered near the door. The nurse eyed me expectantly, clearly waiting.
Sonic turned his head toward me, exhaustion still soft in his eyes, but behind it, a quiet look of reassurance. Gratitude. Something that said Don’t worry. I’m fine.
And something else. I know you’ll be back.
I couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at my mouth.
“Goodnight, Sonic,” I said, keeping my tone neutral enough for the others’ ears.
He smiled faintly. “Night, Shads.”
I’ll never admit just how much I love that nickname. The way it echoed long after I turned to leave will always be with me.
The nurse ushered me out with the rest of them, but it didn’t matter. Because I already knew I’d be back once the halls fell quiet again.
For now, I’d let him rest.
Morning had brought him back to me, alive, breathing, still Sonic.
And that was enough for now.