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He couldn't sleep. And he knew exactly why.
It's only been a few days after the events in Spagonia, and Sonic was admittedly worn out. Turning into a monster due to his body taking in a foreign energy does indeed has its effects.
So here he was, lying awake in his bed, pent up energy just wanting needing to be expelled! A quick run really wouldn't hurt, you know? But at the same time, he was so tired and his bones still ached and throbbed from the previous nights.
Groaning, he sat up and rubbed his face repeatedly, out of distress. He can't sleep. He simply can't. And that's a problem, a big problem, because when he's tired, he's slower, and when he's slower,his enemies have an advantage, and when his enemies have an advantage, they'll take over the world and all of his friends will get hurt or die and blame him, because it'll be all his fault because he couldn't fucking sleep at night, like some sort of damned child-
Inhaling a deep breath Sonic stood. Nope. Not spiraling today, not gonna do that! He'll just go on a quick run, that won't hurt much, around the block a few times, no problem.
Sliding on his gloves and shoes, he decided to do what he always does when there's a problem. Run.
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He had came to a conclusion that this going on, 5 consecutive nights in a row, was not healthy.
Turns out Tails came to that conclusion too. Well, it's not surprising, the two live together, its understandable that Tails would be hearing him leave his room and then the house in a blue blur. So Tails decided it was time for an intervention.
"You can't keep running everytime you can't sleep. I mean, when was the last time you actually slept?! And not those power naps you take for 5 seconds then speed off again!"
And by intervention, he actually meant a hard mean lecture. Sonic cringed at the yelling his sibling was doing.
"It's not a big deal! Besides, I've slept okay?" Sonic shrugged, dismissively.
"Oh yeah? How many hours?" Tails pressed, placing crossing their arms.
"Hm? How am I supposed to know tha-"
"How many hours of sleep, do you get, Sonic."
Sighing, he gave up, there's no use, he's screwed, it's over with, he's done for. Start planning his funeral, cause there's no wiggling his way out of this one. "...like, 4 hours?"
"That's why you're so tired! 4 hours a night is not enough rest at all! You could be-"
"I meant 4 hours in general."
Tails paused, his namesake and his eye ridges furrowing in confusion then shock.
"4 hours in general?! Like, this week!?"
Yep, Sonic was most certainly dead after this.
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'Your circadian rhythm is off!' Tails explained, whatever that means.
So he recommended melatonin. 2 before bed, and only 2. These gummy kinds too, which admittedly were really good, like, so good, you want more than 2 but you will probably not live through that, sort of good. Flintstone Gummies kinda good.
After taking his dose, he climbed into bed and waited for it's effect.
What if this doesn't work? Tails is smart and all but, is he that smart? Miracle worker smart? Speaking of miracle working, he wonders how Chip is doing, sleeping and all. Wait that was completely unrelated. Man it must be cool to like, sleep for a thousand years, he can't even sleep for two seconds, my goodness, how long are these gonna take, it's so obvious they won't work--
Sonic fell asleep in under 30 minutes, and woke up feeling great.
...and to drool on his pillow but that didn't matter, did it?