Crumbling

A Desperate Plea

Shadow watched them as they left- eyes narrowing. Sonic would be back, he wasn't going to listen even if they had a civil conversation. Sonic wasn't the type to accept responsibility for his actions.

Back at the top, Amy watched helplessly as her two friends sped from the island. Worse than that, she was stuck with Shadow- whom she no longer liked, because this was all his fault.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww," she moaned, crumpling to the ground in overreactive fashion, "Now he's gone, I'll be alone FOREVER!"

Her voice rose to a note so high it was almost inaudible to the human ear, and she dissolved into tears. Shadow did not wince externally, but he certainly did internally- the only indication of his frustration was a deepening scowl and a dark glare. For all Rouge's less than desirable attributes, at least she didn't howl.

"He's coming back." he said, uselessly, since his voice was unlikely to penetrate the bedlam.

The whole show was highly dramatized, but somewhat entertaining. With each fresh wail she sunk lower and lower to the ground, her head in her hands. Shadow just shook his head and started back towards the bungalow to let her mope in peace, but was stopped short of the door when the previously obnoxious noise all too quickly became a pathetic whimper. He turned to find her in a heap, silent and still.
His annoyance was replaced with concern, jolting to her side and pulling her up by the shoulders.

"Amy?"

His voice carried all the implications of 'are you okay?' without actually having to ask. Her head lolled onto her chest and she looked up at him through the glossy eyes of someone who wasn't quite ready to wake up. She managed to steady herself on her hands; she'd gotten a little shaky.

"I don't feel too good," Amy replied with a tone firm yet bewildered, as it had all hit her out of the blue.

A lot of different sensations were coming at her in turns, like the nauseating bob of a ship on the ocean. Her leg hurt, Sonic-er, Shadow was ebbing in and out of focus, she was hot, she was cold, and all the blood felt like it had drained out of her head. But through the sickly buzz, one thing was certain: she needed to get back into the bungalow and radio Tails on that walky-talky. She didn't want to be here, feeling like this.

Shadow could only relate the sudden onset to the stress Sonic had caused, further embittering Shadow to the presence of the blue hedgehog.
He slipped his arm under hers and pulled her upright, waiting to see if she could steady herself. It seemed not, and, although Shadow would have much preferred taking her to Robotnik for care, he wasn't sure if she could make the trip at the speeds Shadow would need to go.

"Come on." He directed, deciding that rest was the only option for her. He would need to decide whether to go without her to get Robotnik, or to wait and see if she recovered enough.

The one time Rouge could be useful and she's not here, thought Shadow as he carried the girl inside, setting back on the bed. He wasn't a doctor, he wasn't sure what to do beyond that.

"... You're sick. Robotnik can help you, he knows about it and offered to help." The hedgehog explained this briefly, unsure of how this would be taken. Eggman was not exactly well loved by the freedom fighters.

Nothing he said was making any sense to Amy, and even less so when it hurt to think. She could only muster a shake of the head, saying "Robotnik doesn't do any good for anybody", but she hated the feeling of rolling her head against a flat, pillow-less bed.

"Sonic got you sick, that's why I fought him off. Now look what he's done to you."

Really, how could he stand sleeping here without any pillows? Amy began to drift into a pillow-centered reverie, but Shadow's accusation brought her back.