So, I actually wrote these POVs a while ago, but they were separate and less than two minutes long.

Sonic's POV

Something's up with Shadow…he seems to be sleeping a lot more these days. I'm sitting downstairs, tapping my leg, looking at the clock and then back at my hands that are cupped in my lap. I've been waiting for him to wake up for hours now, but I did notice something in his room that is suppose to be on his desk at night; his laptop. He claims he's not on it at night, but I don't believe him. I've asked him when he gets to bed at night and he normally answers by saying '10-11 at night, why?'.

It pisses me off knowing that he doesn't go to bed when he really should. I'm starting to think he might possibly got a bug and might be sick, but I haven't asked him yet. I'm lost in my own world for a while and I lose track of time. By the time I come back to my senses, I can hear Shadow groaning and stirring. I stand up and head upstairs to his room. I rap my hand against the door.

"Shadow? Is everything ok?" I ask him, concerned. He doesn't respond.

"Shadow?" I call his name again, only to get an irritated and tired groan for a response.

I sigh and open his door.

Shadow's POV

My head and stomach are killing me. I'm sweating really badly and my head won't stop spinning. I shift slightly, my back still facing towards Sonic, and I moan. My legs hurt really badly and my throat is very sore.

"Shadow?" I hear Sonic's voice coming closer to my bed. I try to make out words, but they only come out as groans or mumbles. I turn onto my back, my eyelids heavy and hard to keep open. I look at him tiredly and blink slowly.

"Shadow are you ok?" he asks.

I nod my head slowly, knowing I probably don't have much of a voice.

"Can you speak?" He asks.

"B-barely," I manage to rasp.

He looks at me, and I can sense he's concerned. He touches his hand to my burning forehead, and whistles. I try hard to keep my eyes open, but he can tell I'm tired.

"Go back to sleep Shadow. You need it," He takes his hand off of my forehead and I cough hard a few times, the sound of mucus in my lungs as I breathe.

It's making my chest hurt. My ears are drooping and my eyes are bloodshot. He crouches down by the bed and asks me when this started. I cough again and look up at the ceiling, on arm sprawled above my head, the other one across my stomach.

"About…..three this morning," I choke on words.

"Why didn't you tell me Shadow?" Sonic asks, worried.

My breathing is heavy.

"I didn't want your mind set on just me," I say, my voice scratchy and a little high in pitch.

My throat is burning now and my head swirls. The room starts spinning and I can't think straight. I'm terribly off focus and I sit up dizzily, my body teetering and swaying. I want to shake my head to try and regain senses, but that'll only cause me to get a headache. Sonic places his hand on my head and strokes my fur.

"Lay back down Shad, it looks like you need it really badly," he says, my right ear in between his middle and ring finger.

The last thing I remember before passing out and losing myself in sleep again is, when Sonic rubs my stomach a bit to get me to fall asleep again…

Sonic's POV

I stop rubbing Shadow's stomach after a while. It seems to soothe him, though I don't know how. I close the door behind me quietly and make my way downstairs. I can hear Shadow talking softly in his sleep, and I smile a bit.

"Oh Shadow. What am I going to do with you?" I ask myself and chuckle.

I realize that I saw Shadow's laptop nowhere in his room. Maybe he hid it in his closet, but I'm not gonna bother going and looking and snoop around. I lay my head on the back of the couch and sigh, staring at the ceiling and wondering how Shadow got sick. He complianed his stomach and head were bothering him, and that his throat was dry and itchy. I begin to ponder when I hear my phone go off. I pick it up and see that it's a text from Silver. I look at it.

"You and Shadow coming with us tonight?" the text says. "Shadow isn't too good right now," I start to text back.

"He's sick as far as what I saw. Maybe you should come over here real quick Silver and help me out a bit with Shadow?" I finish typing and send the text.

I get a text back in five minutes.

"Oh," the text reads, "well yes I guess I can come over and help ya out."

"Thanks Silver," I text, "I really appreciate it" I text back and toss my phone onto the couch.

I yawn a bit and get lost in my own little world.