Revlis the Hedgehog

Chapter 8- the operation

    As they took me down the hall, I managed to mumble around the tube that was still in my mouth.

    "Come on! I don't need the operation, do I?" I mumbled.

    "Yes you do. You're lucky you're still alive." one of them explained gently but firmly.

    "Why?"

    "That knife punctured your heart, lad. You would've died without this life support machine here." another said, patting the machine they rolled beside my bed.

    "But..." I was running out of words, and fast. "But I heal quickly, and efficiently. You won't need to do much when you slice me open."

    "We won't, will we?" the doctors looked at me skeptically and laughed.

    I felt a little hurt that they didn't believe me, but I let them do the operation anyway. I don't remember much. Only that I was stabbed in the shoulder with a sleep serum. I was asleep after that. All I know is that they took me in there,  put me to sleep, done the operation, and took me back out again, to be found in my original bed.

    I woke up to see Reflects sitting in the same chair he had been before. I heard Silver on the other side and looked over at him. Silver and Reflects were talking to each other, not a care in the world. The only real thing that was bothering me was...

    Reflects was petting my head with one hand. He was petting me. Petting me. Who does that? What's wrong with him? Okay, first he's in school with his big hands wrapped around my neck, and the he's singing at my performance, then he comes to see me in the hospital and gives me a notebook and pencils. Now, he's sitting beside my bed, with one hand physically reaching over and stroking the fur on my head.

    When they saw that I had woken up, they were very relieved to see I wasn't in a coma or anything. I noticed that Reflects had a weird look in his eyes. Like a loving look. What the heck? I'm not gay! I thought. But then I looked closer. It wasn't the love of a mate or partner. It was the love...... of... family... of a brother, or sister. I was confused. We hadn't even known each other for more than two weeks. Then a memory sparked in my mind. It was blurry, but the form of Reflects stuck out like a sore thumb. What was this memory from? His very name seemed to spark a memory too. He was called that after... after...

    After what? After... After Dad died! Before Dad died, Reflects was named Percepter. He was really nice when Dad was alive, but then after he died, Reflects turned into a total asshole. Mom threw him out because she had caught him trying to do something to me that I don't even remember. Stab me or something. I was just a baby hedgehog. We used to call him Percy for short.

    "Percepter?" I whispered to myself.

    "Do what?" Reflects said. Clearly he wasn't paying attention to which name I had said.

    I stared at him in amazement. He had actually answered to the name Percepter. Oh my God. Is he... could he actually be... my long lost brother that Mom kept telling me about? I thought to myself. I searched through Reflects' memories to see if I could find something similar to the stories I'd been told.

    Then I finally found what I'd been looking for.

Reflects' Memories

    Percepter stood at the door, waiting for his father to come home. The doorbell rang and he answered it, expecting to see his father standing there, waiting for a hug from Percepter.

    But it wasn't his father that was standing there. It was a business man of some sort.

    "You're not my Dad. Who are you?" Percepter was confused. Usually his Dad was at the door.