An abandoned house. Nothing stirs, but for two, sitting in a bedroom, one in the arms of the other, sobbing.
"I still can't believe it was me…" She wailed. The one who held her said nothing, only trying to comfort her. He held her for a long time, they did not keep track of exactly how long. Eventually, she got a hold of herself and dried her eyes.
"Are you okay now?"
"Well… in a manner of speaking…" She sniffed. He looked up and looked around.
"We must have been here a while. It's morning,"
"What? Oh… heh… we should…"
"Yeah…" At that, the pair rose and left the room.
Shadow's remains were still spread on the table. The blood had dried around the wound, and it seemed that the wound was not as bad as it had appeared the previous night. His glazed over expression reconfirmed his deceased status. Sonic left Amy to sit on one of the chairs. She turned it round so she didn't have to look at the body. Sonic left the room and continued out to the garage. Tails' body was still sprawled on the floor, the note lain a few feet away from him. Sonic poked around the desk a little more. The test tubes were gradually becoming stained with the various colours of their contents, as water evaporated from the solutions within, leaving the residue on the sides. He pulled aside the various beakers and containers, looking for some notes. He found a small pile, on the top of which were some cleaner looking pages than the others. They looked relatively recent. He picked up the top ones. A few of them were dated, and appeared to be from only a few days ago to the day he died. He thumbed through them, looking for anything useful. Most of the notes were total gibberish to him, but one caught his eye.
"Reviving those deceased from vampire bites…" He read the title aloud. He carefully put back the other notes and read out the one he had taken. He scanned through the page, trying to discern what he was trying to say. Near the bottom of the page, there was a sub-heading, 'What I just said for dummies'. "Well that was considerate of him… 'This is an experimental therapy and may not work. The bodies must be in near-working order and dead for no more than 48 hours for the treatment to have any chance of success.'" He turned to look at Tails' body. In all fairness, aside from a severed jugular, he wasn't in too bad shape. He put the note down and propped him up on the chair. For optimum chances of success, he bandaged the wound as best he could, and returned to the note. "First, heat the body to body temperature, 37 degrees celsius…" He looked around. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" He continued to look around. He banged on a few mysterious looking cabinets and doors, looking for something suitable. Then he happened upon one that had a sign on it that read, 'incubator', and a knob on it that had labels of various temperatures, and with 37 degrees written with a sharpie or something similar on it. He took a step back and observed the size of the chamber. It was low down and conveniently body-sized. He thought for a moment. "You'd wonder what he was originally gonna use this for…"
He hauled the body in to the incubator and closed the glass cover, before switching the thing on and turning the knob to the 37 degree mark. He looked at the mark near it that read 'Gas mark 5', and considered what a cooked Tails would look like, but decided against it. While Tails warmed up, he returned to the instructions. "Heat the body… here we go, 'once the temperature is obtained, administer 500ml of the solution prepared, labelled "Revival serum", wait five minutes and perform CPR.' Let's hope this works…" He found the container marked 'revival serum' while he waited for the body to warm up. It was a large container, more of a keg than anything else. He drained 500ml into an empty bottle, and heard a 'ding' from the incubator. "Your toast is done!" He quipped. He chuckled to himself, first at his one joke, but then at himself for being flippant in this, a most macabre of situations. He opened the door, and pulled the body out on a tray. He opened the mouth and poured the solution in, guiding it down his throat by rubbing his hand along his neck. Already some colour began to return, and with the warmth, he began to at least display the appearance of life once again. He looked at his watch. 8:28. Five minutes. He decided to go out and check on Amy while he waited.
"Amy? You okay?" He called ahead of him.
"I'm here," She responded, clearly sounding a little better. He emerged to see her preparing some breakfast, and laying it out on the counter, not able to eat at the table. He looked a little confused, but was glad that she was starting to feel better.
"You're… making breakfast?"
"Thought I might aswell. I was hungry. But it doesn't help that Emo the hedgehog doesn't want to get off the table." She grimaced. He chuckled a little nervously, and she smiled in response. He walked up to her and hugged her, before letting her return to making her food. "Want something?" She added.
"Eh… go on. I'll have a slice of toast while I wait for Tails to do."
"Tails to what?" She gawked.
"Oh, don't worry, I found some notes somewhere and it's some thing to bring people back to life or something." He shrugged. She murmured in acknowledgement, and threw him a slice of toast. He took a bite out of it, but then spat it back out. There were flecks of dried blood on the bread, and it was slightly burnt. He put it down. He looked at his watch again. 8:32. He returned to the garage.
Upon entering, he saw Tails' body, still relatively lifeless, but looking much healthier now. He noticed a slight ticking of the finger, denoting some signs of life. He decided to start CPR immediately. Putting his two hands together, he pushed hard on his chest fifteen times, but still the body lay lifeless. He rolled his eyes, and thought, the things you do for friends… before laying down and locking lips with the corpse. He blew in firmly and quickly, trying to minimise the time spent where he could be caught on camera kissing a dead body. He pulled up and repeated the routine of pushing on the chest, and groaned as he was forced to perform mouth-to-mouth once again. Upon his second return, he growled to see no reaction.
"Wake up, you stupid jerk!" He yelled, slapping him twice in the face, once with the palm and once backhand. The face screwed up, indicating a reaction, and he smiled. At least something's working… He pressed on the chest fifteen more times, and finished with one strong thump in the middle of the chest, hoping for something to happen. And sure enough, something did. The body coughed out a small piece of goo, a mixture of phlegm, blood and the solution he had drunk, and with it emerged the sound of his voice. The body resettled and began breathing again.