Blood By The Sunset

Chapter 5

                                                                        
                                                                        
PoV: Sonic

  It was awful... Shadow was unconscious in the hospital, Blood being transfused into him. He had small cuts and bandages all over him. I didn't dare touch him, if I did... he might come out and finish what he started.

"Shadow..." I couldn't look at him for much longer. The smell of blood coming from him... it was too much for me.

"The police shot his attacker, but the got away," the doctor spoke, "Unfortunately they didn't see them clear enough for a proper discription."

"Damn it," Knuckles growled, "I just want to kill that guy."

"They'll catch him," Amy said, "Then they'll find out where people are disappearing to."

  The nurse started to unwrap Shadow's arm. The putrid stench of blood struck me. I covered my nose and mouth, attempting not to vomit the sprite I had drunk earlier.

"Sonic," Tails grabbed me, "It's the blood isn't it... You should drink some water."

"I'll take him," Knuckles led me out to the hall. He left and came back with a bottle of water, "Drink."

"... I... I can't..."

"Drink it," he pushed it into my hands.

  He watched as my unsteady fingers held the cap as I attempted to open the bottle. My hands were shaking too much and my grip was weak after years if not being able to eat a proper meal.

"Give it to me," Knuckles took the bottle, sick of watching my failure to open it myself. He opened the bottle and handed it to me.

"... ... thanks..." I took small sips. I didn't want to risk throwing up in a place that was full of cops and doctors. A single lift of my sleeves and there would be questions everywhere.

  The taste of plastic was mixed into the water as I sipped it. Not a pleasant drink, but with Knuckles watching me I couldn't put it down.

"Sonic," Knuckles started, "You're still getting home before sunset, right?"

"... yes..." I couldn't help how low my voice was. I didn't want to alert anyone, not here.

"I don't want that happening to you or Tails," he said.

"... what about... Amy?" I asked.

"She can take care of herself. She's got the gaint hammer in her apartment," he answered, "But you're sick. You can't even open a water bottle and you're having more and more trouble lifting you're backpack."

"I'm fine. Honestly, I won't be in any trouble," I replied.

"You don't know that. What's Tails going to do when you end up in bed here?" He grabbed me.

"Ngh!" My wounds! I felt one of the stitches rip when he grabbed me, no... I can smell blood.

  The sent of my own blood mixed in with the scent of chemicals, illness, and fresh blood all around me. My stomach was turning, I didn't know if I could hold it, I was going to puke.

"Fuck!" Knuckles pulled me over to a trash can, "Hey! We need a doctor!"

"... n...o..." I threw up into the trash can, the tint of red mixed into it. He never managed to eat, but he got something to drink last night.

"Bloodie vomit. I'm going to need some tools over here," a doctor grabbed me and flashed a light in my eyes.

"Food..."

"He has a stomach virus," Knuckles said.

"We still have to examine him," they forced me into a bed. I didn't have the strength to put up much of a fight; the most I could do was push back, but my hands were too shaky, "Sir, you need to hold still."

"...I'm fine... really..." I told them.

"Relax. It's like a check up. I need to know what you've eaten today," he started pressing on my stomach.

"Ah! Tsk..." he pushed down on the bullet wound.

"We have an open wound. I'll need rubbing alcohol, tweezers, a swab and stitching supplies!" They shouted at the nurses.

"Sonic!" Knuckles shouted at me, "Why didn't tell us you were attack!"

"... no... stop..." I kept pushing back. I didn't need their held. Exe would just stitch me back up again.

"Sir, you need to stop struggling. I need some anesthesia over here!" They kept trying to pin me, I was using a lot of strength I had thought I lost a long time again.

"I need a clear shot of his arm."

"Sonic," Knuckles pinned my hands to my chest, "they're trying to help you."

"Remove his pants, I can inject it I to his thigh," I couldn't stop them anymore.

  Knuckles was too strong for me to fight. My leg was pinned down and I winced as the long needle poked through my skin and muscle to my veins. I could still struggle for some time, I was losing strength... My vision... it was going blury... can't fall asleep... no... ...
                                                                        
                                                                        
PoV: 3rd Person

  Sonic's body stopped moving as the anesthesia put him to sleep. His shirt was lifted and the doctor immediately began removing the torn stitches, cleaning the wound, and replacing the stitches with professional ones.

"Who ever stitched him before should be fired," the doctor growled as they placed a bandage over the sounds.

"He'll be okay, right?" Knuckles asked.

  The commotion had gotten the attention if Tails and Amy, they ran over when they realized it was Sonic who was being worked on.

"He'll be fine, but we are seeing symptoms of mal nutrition," the doctor replied, "He'll be here for a day or two."

  The nurse removed Sonics sweater and shirt. A loud gasp was heard from the nurse as she revealed Sonic's arms.
 
"What is that..." Tails stared in shock.

  Deep scars were embedded into Sonics arms from his past. Deep bite marks, ones that matched the bites on Shadow, were over both if his arms. Claw marks were mixed into the scars.

"He was attacked..." the doctor came to the same conclusion they had with Shadow.

"He was attacked... just like Shadow was. They tried killing him..." Knuckles spoke.

  Tails held Sonic's hand as he sleep. Worry and fear in his eyes as he didn't want the scars to be there.

"Sonic..."

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