Stitched We Heal (Fleetonic)

Ep 7

   
    
PoV: Fleetaway

"Oh great, you can sit up and stare at me now," I walked into the living room and found Sonic sitting up for the first time in a while. He was looking at me, "What the fuck do you want now?"

He huffed and and stuck his hand in the empty water bowl.

"You're a little bitch."

I filled his water bowl with more drugged water and he lapped it up. Then I tied him up outside so he could pee. He started whining as I tried to go inside, "Leave me in peace for fucks sake!"

I waited until he finished. He slowly walked out from behind the tree and kicked up dirt.

"Why you little... I'm not picking that up."

He titled his head and sneezed.

"Still not picking that up."

He yipped and I took him back inside. He was limping and walking on all fours but he was moving. I let him walked around for a bit.

"What ever, he can't do anything," I started a show I was interested in watching. Sonic laid down in the kitchen under the sun after a while of limping. Sunbathing. I think I've seen animals doing that.

I went to bed after a day of nothing by baby sitting. This is getting tedious. He's limping now. I can give him back soon.

"My job is almost done."

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"Mm..."

I shifted and felt something against my hand. I heard a huff.

"FUCK!" I jumped back as I found Sonic by my bed, "Chaos, what the fuck are you doing?"

He laid down on the rug below my bed.

"How did you get in here?" I my door shut, I didn't know how he came in if he can't use his hands.

Sonic bit my blanket and pulled.

"What do want?" He was growling as he struggled with the blanket, "Knock it off."

  I pulled him off by lifting the cone and he started pulled.

"Hey!" The cone slipped right off him, "get back here!"

He ran away, "Sonic!"

  I chased him all over the house until he slipped behind the couch.

"Get back here you mother fucker!" I grabbed him and he scream, "Shut up damn it! I need to get this cone on you're head."

  He kept fighting squirming as I held him down and tied the cone back around him.

"AAHHH! Damn it!" He bit me, "This is why you have to wear the cone!"

  I got it back around his neck and he started whining again. None of his stitches were torn, but that running must have not been easy in his condition.

"Dumbass. Why'd your run?" I picked him up and he started growling again, "hmm... that's kinda risky..." Sonic would probably keep trying to take the cone off, "What ever."

  I put Sonic down on the couch and he looked around, smelling it. He looked over the edge and backed away into the pillow and huffed. He laid down and his ears dropped.

"Finally you'll leave me alone," I sat down turned the tv on.

  Peace at last. Sonic was looking up at me again and started whimpering.

"Oh for fuck sake..."

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