Please Remember me and don't forget me...

Day 41

Amy's P.O.V
I bundle myself tighter in my pink blanket, gosh I feel awful. Not only because my period has came today and now I have awful cramps but also that dream last night- I can't even remember the majority of what happened but I do remember one line, "Amy! Sally said she'd be my girlfriend isn't that great!" I'd feel more sick remembering this and decide to try to sleep it off.

Sonic's P.O.V
I build up my courage and I decide I'm going to leave a letter beside her bed like I used to. This letter inside the blue envelope however is different than the others, it is one apologising that I can't and shouldn't be near her- I don't explain why, because I think it's better she doesn't remember- especially considering it hurt her so much that she didn't even want to remember me at her birthday.

Unlocking her door with the spare key she keeps under the rock in her rose patch in her front garden I walk inside quietly.

I slowly walk up the steps, the others have kept her busy from her 'breakdowns' so I expected her to be away somewhere however to my surprise I saw her lying in her bed I quickly hide behind the door only to peep in to get a better look at her she's wrapped herself in her pink blanket covering her mouth and nose but I can tell from her rosy cheeks she's warm she doesn't look as though she's planning to wake up. I slowly walk up to her bedside table, I'll just put the letter down and I'll leave. I go to reach the envelope out of my red hoodie pocket but get distracted hearing Amy let out a sickly cough hesitantly I lift my hand gently pressing the back of it against her forehead, checking her temperature I realise she's obviously unwell. Her jade eyes open slightly, "hello?..."
Whispering softly I say, "get some more sleep Ames... I'll make you some soup and hot chocolate"
She closes her eyes and immediately goes back to sleep- she's exhausted.

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Hazelnut and Parsnip soup- I had to search up how to make it. Ever since Amy watched Tangled she perfected her recipe of the soup and it quickly became one of her favourite foods. When I was sick she made me the same thing- mine doesn't taste as good as hers though she usually makes all her recipes from off the top of her head so I couldn't copy the way she makes it. I had to search up how to make it on my phone using google and after several attempts this one is actually edible.

I use the ladle to pour a suitable amount from the pot into a light pink bowl and put it onto a white tray alongside a hot chocolate with four pink marshmallows floating on top. Picking up the tray gently I then begin to walk up the steps to Amy's room, placing the tray by her bedside. I then softly shake the pink hedgehog's arm, "Ames... Ames wake up..."
She opened her jade eyes weakly.
"Come on sleeping beauty I brought your favourite soup..." I offer a smile as she quietly stared at the tray.
"Here I'll help you sit up..." she doesn't protest then I gently place my left hand behind her back and right hand on her right shoulder before pulling her up. I then notice a bin on the other side of her bed she must have vomited again earlier. Ames has always been better at taking care of people than me... Should she still be eating if she just vomited?... I doubt she's eaten at all today.

I look at her again as she sits up and I lean her back against her bed's headboard. She looks so sleepy I have a flashback to when I was sick Amy would spoon feed me, it helped because of how weak I felt but it was embarrassing... I can't help but feel my cheeks turn warm from the thought of spoon feeding her, she doesn't even look like she'll remember today though she looks too weak...

The pink wooden chair I used to sit on all the time as I slept by Amy's side during and a little after her coma- is still in the corner of the room beside her door. I gently pull it to it's old spot beside Amy's bed. Slowly I sit on the chair- gosh this is giving me deja vu. Next I pick up the bowl from the tray scooping up a small amount of soup before glancing up at Amy, "open up."
She'd pause before quietly opening her mouth, even when sick Amy's pretty- she's always been pretty. I would feel my cheeks warm up once more and I shift my eyes away from her momentarily before continuing to feed her.