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"Hold on Sonic, just keep breathing!"
"It hurts,"
"I know, just hold on!"
Tom paced in the hospital's waiting room. He pulled his sleeve back to check the time, counted how long it had been, and paced a few more lengths: 90 minutes, 97 minutes, 100 minutes, 104 minutes.
The floor made his shoes squeak as he walked, no doubt annoying everyone else in the waiting room.
If only he'd been quick enough, smart enough, even, to realise it was a trap - then Sonic wouldn't have had to blow the concrete away, piercing himself with a stray pole.
"Dad... am I dying?"
"No, no... you're gonna be fine... you're gonna be fine,"
He paced some more. "Tom!" someone shouted. He rushed into their arms, not caring who it was. "What the hell happened? Is he okay?" Maddie rushed into his shoulder. "I dunno. They took him back ages ago- wait, where have you been?" He looked around. "And where are the boys?" Maddie glanced back as if realising she was on her own. "They went back to Green Hills. To tell Wade we were gonna be here a while," Tom glanced to the operating room. "And G.U.N. grabbed me. I tried to get away, but they literally wouldn't let me leave,"
"Sir? Sir, you need to let go. You’ve done a fine job, but the paramedics are here now. Let's get you checked out, huh?" Tom shook his head. "No... No, I can't leave him,"
"Family of Sonic?" Tom raised his hand as he stood. "That's me. Is he ok?" The doctor gestured for him to follow. Maddie trailed after as well. "He's stable, but it was touch and go for a while. He is under very heavy sedation, so do not be alarmed at what you see." The doctor warned. He pushed open a door. "Be quiet. You've got ten minutes,"
"Sir, you're in shock. I need you to answer these questions, ok?" A hand waved in his vision. He found himself nodding. "Good. What is his name? The…hedgehog you were helping,"
"Sonic."
"How old is he?"
"Fifteen..."
"And his birthdate, if you know it?" He rubbed his eyes. "Um... 17th of June, 2009," He answered.
"Ok, you're doing great. Do you know him? What is your relation?" He shook his head. "He's my son… for all intents and purposes."
The paramedic jotted some things down. "Perfect... now, what is your name?"