The Light In The Dark

A Darkness

No POV:

After waking up, Sonic felt his head spinning. Maybe it was because of last night's ordeal. He sighed as he slowly got up off the bed. Going to the bathroom and going into the medicine cabinet to get some ibuprofen for his headache. When he swallowed the pill down, he was then scared by Knuckles. Whom he didn't hear coming up behind him.

Sonic: "Holy shit! Knux, you scared me... I need to put a bell on you or something."

He chuckled, trying to lighten up his low mood. Knuckles stared at him and crossed his arms.

Knuckles: "... Can you grab the rubbing alcohol and some healing creamer?"

Sonic paused, confused about why Knuckles was asking for these things. Maybe thinking it was for Knuckles' leg for it to heal better.

Sonic: "Oh! Yeah... I'll grab it. Give me a second."

Knuckles stayed in the doorway, keeping Sonic cooped up in the bathroom. Sonic bent down and opened the cabinets underneath the sink. Grabbing some cloth, rubbing alcohol, and healing creamer for scars. Bending back up and turning around. Handing Knuckles the stuff.

Sonic: "Here, is that all you need?"

Sonic was trying to be a bit happier, show more care in his words, and not be so down.

Knuckles: "Last thing I need... is for you to go sit on the couch and stay there for a second."

Sonic was now very confused. Thought he knew what Knuckles was doing, but now he didn't. Sonic walked downstairs to the couch and sat down on it. Trying to put his fingers in what Knuckles was doing. As Knuckles sat down next to Sonic, rubbing alcohol on a rag.

Knuckles: "... Look at me."

Sonic looked over at Knuckles, feeling the tension starting to rise a bit.

Knuckles: "... Give me both of your wrists."

Sonic's heart sank as he felt his eyes water a bit. As he backed up on the couch a bit.

Sonic: "Knux... I don't think that's a good idea. "

He was cut off by Knuckles' next statement.

Knuckles: "You've been cutting. I saw your wrists last night. After you blacked out from exhaustion and threw up, I took you back to your room.  Laid ya down and saw the messed up fur in your wrists... and those scars, some seem to already be infected."

Sonic lowered his head. Hearing the disappointment in Knuckles' voice. Lifting up his scarred wrists towards Knuckles. Not holding any eye contact anymore. Knuckles gently held Sonic's left wrist. Brushing the cold rubbing alcohol over the infected scars. Sonic whimpered as his ears lowered.

Knuckles: "It's okay, bud. I know it hurts."

A long and uncomfortable silence filled the room as Sonic winced and sighed.

Sonic: "I'm sorry for ever doing this... I know it isn't right."

Knuckles: "In all honesty, if he was my brother... and you came from such a harsh family. I felt like this would have been a good option as well. But, Sonic... You're not alone, buddy. You got me. I know it isn't rough without the little bugger here... but we got to stay strong."

Sonic nodded his head as he watched Knuckles help clean his scars. Some old flakes of blood chip off at the rough skin and shaggy fur. Sonic could feel the guilt run through his body again. He then saw Knuckles wrap his paw and scar covered wrist in bandages. As the older echdina did the same to the other paw. He felt a bit lighter knowing Knuckles wasn't here to judge him or be mad.