In a dimly lit room there laid a white ivory bat who was cloaked under a giant gray comforter. The blanket laid over her face providing her ultimate security. The only sound that can be heard was her slight wheezing throughout the night. The white bat had a cold. A cold for at least a week it seemed. She woke herself with hard coughs which further bruised her sore throat. She felt groggy and annoyed because she wasn't getting the sleep she needed to recover. She proceeds to curse the illness that has became over her.

After throwing her quick fit, she thought to look for her alarm clock. The alarm was to her right. It laid on a small boxy bedside table. "3:17 a.m." She whispered " It's so early."

Part of her felt unnatural stating that. Since she was a bat, the night was where she thrived but at the moment she was sitting in her room alone, ruffled and nauseous. She pushed her comforter to the side and began to adjust her sleeping wear. She was wearing something dark yet still translucent. It seemed to be some sort of comfy top and bottom lingerie. The under clothing fitted her well.. a bit too well for a figure like hers.

Her underwear gripped her hips as she trudged from her bed. She continued to walk down a equally dimly lit short hallway. The hallway had only a horizontal mirror that reached towards the ending corner on her right. The mirror gave the illusion of more space. Space was something she always liked. It gave her the feeling of freedom even in the confinement of her home. She glanced to the mirror and ... She was quite beautiful.

"ugh" she protested the compliment, and turns her head to look straight again. Her inflamed nose had made her easier to irritate.

She made her way into the kitchen and began thinking of a concoction that could ease her symptoms.

"Chickens noodle soup, is always a go to" She said to herself but soon remembered that she was a fruit bat. Her wall cabinets creaked as she opened them slowly. Each one revealed to her booze of every color and an array of finger foods from a club. Club Rouge to be exact. She made a mental note to fire her security guard because, some nosy club attendees snuck their way into her personal apartment somehow and left nothing nutritious yet alone vitamin C filling for her needs. Her ears began to burn.

"Liquor, my favorite" She stated sarcastically yet not a lie.

She reached for the red bottle on the second shelf. Her back flinched from the reach. She then grabbed two snifters from above her fridge that was to the left of her cabinets. Her back twitched again in dismay. Her muscles were sore which was strange since they haven't been overworked let alone used in a while. Using the black marble counter top, she laid the glasses down on their base and began to pour a shot equivalent in each. The red liquor rested well against the wide bottom of the glass. She examined the viscosity of the liquid as she gently swirled one of the glasses by the steem. Uncontrived excitement ignited in her eyes as the fluid finally settled. She was tempted not to drink her medicine because of it, but a temptress such as herself ultimately cannot be seduced. She swallowed the remedy until it was finish.

The liquor burned her throat as it gradually rested in her stomach. Sensations of drowsiness began to danced up her spine. Each tap numbing her aches at that moment. She liked the feeling, and began to drink from the other glass. She leaned forward on the counter bending her elbows to provide support for her body. She closed her eyes.

"Just for a sec" She told us.

The bat was at peace.

Her muzzle began to feel a chill of air. She blinked. Opening her eyes, and flicked her ears to feel for the crisp breeze. Her fur stood up in retaliation to the change in temperature in the room. Her ears signaled her to leave and find the cold draft. She stepped out of her kitchen and walked to the only room she could think that would be the chilling culprit. The living room. Unlike most of her apartment, the living room was well illuminated. The natural moonlight that peered through the only window made everything appeared light with blue hues. She slowly surveyed the very spacious room and spots E-123 Omega booted to rest right in front of the open window. For some weird reason he chose to rest while standing up. The window was as big as him height wise, but twice his width size. Feeling a little indecent in front of Omega, she decided to wear the white lace robe that was nicely folded on the back side of her couch. The couch was one of the few furniture that was in the upper part of her apartment. It almost looked out of place since the living room was so big and bare. Most of her money went into her club that was right below them.

The robe covered up most of her unmentionables, but failed to make her decent. The sharp breeze bruised her nose and elicited a blistering sting.

" Oh, this again!" The bat was getting fed up with her cold and became impatience. She began walking towards Omega and the window. She examined the situation.

" Of course, you would lay your 1- ton bucket of bolts in front of the part I need to close." She bickered to herself. This sickness was steady getting on her nerves but the chilly weather wasn't helping. She shuffled around the tin man unable to find an opening that was best suited for the both of them so, she began pushing him.

" Omega... wake up! " She urged and started pushing harder. Her upper torso tensed then pain resonated through her lower back inflicting minor shocks as it travels. Feeling weak and defeated she fell slowly by her friend's side. His metal armor match the draft temperature that was rushing in through the window. The cold made her breathy and soon sleepy. Closing her eyes once more...

" Rouge."

".."

" Rouge, you need to wake up. " said the firm voice.

" Hon, I'm closing the window. " Her response was somewhat automatic.

" No, you are freezing. " his voice was more annoyed than angered. He waited for her reply.

".."

He thought to wake her or perhaps say her name again but decided against both. His indecisiveness made him impulsive so he prompted to carry her back into her room.

He kept support under her head and upper legs with a firm hold to prevent any nauseousness. Rouge was somewhat awake as he does such but she does not contest his decision.

He positions her on her bed to then tucks her in. Feeling a bit embarrassed that he doing such an act he made it quick. The internal discomfort wont show for his expressions was too enigmatic.

After his task was done, he proceeds to leave.

" Why are you here?"

He was tad suprised by her tone and awareness. He looks back to see Rouge's eyes lazily open. She looked tired.

" You need to sleep " He was dry when he spoke.

" I'll sleep when I get my answer, love. " Her eyes became sharp.

He sighed.

" I completed my mission, so I came here " His eyes averted down to the floor " I needed to know that you both are safe" His frown deepened " I..I feel like I need to be here" He was somewhat confused by his own statement.

Rouge was studying his expressions more so than his responses. He was having some dark thoughts on his mind so, she decided to be playful than to probe him.

" Well, you don't need to worry so much. This here cold is as good as gone. " She forced herself to yawn to make the black hedgehog worry less about her lack of drowsiness.

" I even put on my best undergarments for you, just incase my cold heals itself in the next hour" She lowered her lash-heavy eyes in a kittenish manner, he met her eyes and smirks off the invitation.

" I'm sure those aren't your best." He claimed. He amused her this time.

" Aha! So you did look and I thought you were a gentleman. To think I knew better of you " She sighed as well just to add to her dramatics.

" I'll be sure to wear a blindfold next time to make sure it doesn't happen again" He smirked, unbothered.

"That's all I ask" she giggled it eased his thoughts.

Shortly, she began to hold her chest and cough. He was unsettled.

Updated.. Fix a lot of stuff. I hope all is well with everyone else. 3