With a low sigh I walked down the empty halls of the lonely spaceship; each step echoing loudly throughout its structure. But I had something I was doing, a purpose. And that purpose was to bring food to Cosmo's room, 'just in case she woke up', and check on her.

At least, that's what the others said my current purpose was. To watch over her. But I was kept in the dark from what happened to her, even if I didn't know her much; I still cared like anyone else would. Maybe what they told me to do was just to keep me occupied so I don't feel too useless as they search for things.

I closed my eyes. I could anyways, it wasn't like I would run into anyone, or they would run into me. Everyone else was busy doing some important task, but I was left alone with my mom or just plain to myself now, because I was too young to adventure alone by myself and not get hurt outside. But last time I checked, I could handle myself just fine, and I was currently almost twelve.

Sure my defense was triggered out of spite, but…I haven't been feeling myself lately. Naturally I halted myself to a stop, right in front of her door. A small pause overwhelmed me, before I gathered up enough courage to press the button, a smooth airless sound occurring as the door slide its way open. Automatically the lights flicked on in the room, showing the same scene as always. I was used to it. It felt like the first time we found her.

The thought set a small pang in my heart.

We were just out watching the beautiful night, a meteor shower I believe. When all of a sudden that was all pushed aside, and a strange ship came crashing down. Out of curiosity and worry the four of us rushed to see who it was.

There, harmed, laid a beautiful green clad girl, flowers naturally coming out of her, proving her elegance. She wasn't like anyone I had seen before, but she reminded me of a human, much like one of our current friends. I could tell she was pretty too in other's eyes, because Tails couldn't get his eyes off her. I remember feeling jealous; usually he paid attention to me, or tried too. It was nice having a friend around besides Amy sometimes. But an odd feeling told me that wouldn't be the case anymore.

The first one to her side was Tails, even pulling her up a little to see if she was okay, wondering if she was bluntly unconscious or not. I felt envious of that. I wanted to be the one to help her first, not him, not Amy, not Knuckles. But still like all the others we came and checked on her. And before I knew it we were rushing home, to place her in Amy's bed; and she still hadn't woke up. I felt so worried and I couldn't explain it.

My gaze shifted to the still fitfully sleeping figure. I could tell by the way she occasionally shifted, the dreams she was having weren't anything along the lines of happy. Though I couldn't explain it I felt bad for her, but I pushed it off as a normal feeling. Making my way over to the bed, I sat myself down by the foot of it, where none of her was. Carefully I ran my hand across the blanket that covered the bed…it was the same one from the start. It was a yellow and white quilt, Amy had given it to her as a friendship gift after she had woken up and complimented on it.

I sat the tray on my lap. She looked just so distained, I wanted to be able to help that. But I couldn't. They told me not to wake her by means other than a gentle shake, so if that wasn't enough to wake her up I couldn't yell at her or do more. No, it'd make her feel worse more than likely. Or so they say.

Watching her for a bit longer, I let out a sigh. The others passed this sickness off as just homesickness of even from flying for so long. But my gut told me there was something more to this, even if there probably wasn't. I just worried too much. Maybe the sick part was just a sweet lie and she got hurt on one of their latest adventures. They seemed so dedicated to finding what they were after, I doubted they would take time to slow down for her.

Finally I stood up, setting the food on her nightstand close by. Gently I shook her, waiting a few seconds before repeating it. Nothing. I frowned in disappointment, and my heart sank a little. I liked it when she woke up. I liked being able to talk to her without Tails or Amy or anyone else around.

But I had to follow everyone else's orders. Because I was too young, and they said I was getting around the age I might want to break the rules laid down. It was tempting, of course…but I thought I was trusted more than that. One more hopeful glance at her confirmed she wasn't waking up anytime soon.

Cosmo shifted around more in her sleep, mumbling quickly and flicking her feet as if to inflict damage on some imaginary foe. Though despite this the dream still seemed to look as if she was losing. It was a nightmare, without a doubt. I never had this happen. Even now when I can't sleep because of the scary thoughts that cloud me, I go to my mom and everything feels better with a small kiss, or I just hold a picture of her close. But…the green plant girl doesn't have a mom anywhere in sight.

…Maybe I could fit the role just this once?

The thought felt satisfied me enough. It felt right; because I would be doing the best I could, without waking her up. But even so my heart pounded as if I was in danger when I leaned closer, until I had the ability to brush my lips against her cheek. As quick as I could I gave her a small peck, from the nervous feeling I shouldn't dawdle. My heart fluttered at this, but I knew I best report someone that she had slept through any care tonight, because leaving would be best.

In a quick motion I swept up the tray of cooling food, and made my way out the door, the lights flicking off to return the dark for Cosmo to sleep. Little did I notice the stirring and quiet awake mumbles of the same green girl waking up, and the metallic doors shut behind me, as I hurriedly made my way to someone through the long hallway, my feet's echoes even louder and faster then when I first went down this path.