Michael Cervid belongs to Asher Tye.
In the local hospital, a certain seven year old blue hedgehog laid comatose on the hospital bed, his two-tailed father beside him. Sonic groaned loudly, sweat falling down in buckets. Miles curled into his son, worry filling his eyes and posture. The call from the school was the scariest call he ever heard.
Earlier that day…
"So you see why I believe that this project could be built for the greater good of man." Miles nodded approvingly at the Mr. Stele, but he still had to think about it. "Mr. Prowler, we got a call from your son's teacher."
Miles raised a concerned eyebrow, then spoke into the intercom, "Connect her in, please." When Miles heard the teacher's voice, fear filled his heart. Something was very wrong…
….
Sonic had collapsed during recess from the beginning of a fever of 104 and heat exhaustion. The teacher had called the ambulance and then directly called him. Miles had immediately canceled the meeting so he could be with his son.
A loud knock on the door interrupted Miles' musings. Even though it was probably a nurse or a friend, a long forgotten feeling buried deep within him filled his entire being: the feeling for a parent to protect its offspring at any cost.
He covered Sonic with his two tails and glared at the door, his canines showing and body tense as if preparing for a fight. His claws gently grazed the bedspread, being careful not to scratch his son as he curled even closer to him. "Miles..? It's me, Michael." Swallowing in an effort to calm down, Miles retracted his claws and relaxed, but he kept his guarded glare locked firmly on the door. "C-come in." His assistant walked slowly into the room, wrapped box in hand.
His brown eyes were filled with understanding as he looked at his employer. He would act the same way to protect his child. "How's young Olgilvie?" Miles slowly uncovered his son. "He's hot and very weak. He hasn't woken up except for when they fed him, but I doubt he'll remember that." Miles stroked his son's quills and his eyes filled with tenderness as his son still had enough strength and awareness to move against his hand.
The hedgehog whimpered and began to stir on the bed. Miles immediately jumped up to give his little boy some air. Letting out a tired, confused moan, Sonic's eyelids flickered. Tired, forest-green eyes gazed into tender, loving ice-blue. Sonic looked around blearily in confusion and noticed Mr. Cervid for the first time. Mr. Cervid stood up and shook Miles' hand. "I will see you on Monday, Mr. Prowler. Get better soon, Olgilvie."
Sonic turned back to his father and gave him a tired smile. "Hi…Dad." Miles let out a happy sob, tears of relief and happiness falling down his face. He gently cupped his son's blue-furred cheek with his hand, smiling lovingly when he saw his son lean into it.
"Welcome back son."