Sonic X Amy: I'll Never Let You Go
III: Naps and Painkillers
Amy
Yesterday, Sonic only came from his room three times—constantly calling for help since he could barely sit up and stand, much less walk with his broken ankle. He went to the bathroom twice, and called a third time after I said dinner was ready. Of course, he devoured the chilidogs like a pig and returned to his room without another word.
So far, all Sonic has been doing for the past day and a half is…sleeping and eating. He's gotten relatively better since the incident, though it's only been at least thirty-six hours. His arm and leg can move a few inches without pain, but he said he's still a little sore from movement.
Richi stopped by yesterday, bringing more of the medicine. He's a fast healer, as Richi discovered, so he'd be up 'n at it in about three weeks, if he rested a lot and got some general exercise on the foot.
He also—reluctantly, yes—advised that I massage Sonic's pain spots and his back to prevent extreme soreness. And keep his foot and arm elevated. It was relief, though; knowing that Sonic was okay. But what really sucks is that we were supposed to go on our movie date today.
So much for that. As long as Sonic's all beat up like that, I won't get to go anywhere with him. I stood in the kitchen, like normal on mornings like this. An egg sizzled in the pan on the stove, next to some freshly baked bacon. Vanilla always told me baking bacon was much healthier, but I'd never tried until today. I turned off the stove and ventured into the small living room, where Sonic was propped up on the chaise, with his legs on the coffee table.
"Sonic, I just cleaned that," I groaned and swatted his feet off the coffee table. Sonic yelled in pain and retorted:
"I don't care! Can you not see my foot is throbbing and aching! Richi said to keep it elevated, so that's what I'm doin' here! Sheesh!" What a feisty way to respond.
"Well, maybe if you let me massage you like Richi said, we wouldn't have these problems! That's why I recommend propping it on something other than my table! A chair, for instance. I know you have to keep you leg up, but can you remember to keep your feet off my table? I eat on that, y'know." I wiped the surface of the table as the Blue Blur rolled his eyes silently, flipping through the channels. "Your food is ready if you want it."
"Great," he said, clearly focused on the TV screen more than me. "Bring it in to me."
I stared daggers at him until he finally looked at me. For someone so heroic and brave, he sure was rude. "Please…?" He added with a grin.
"Sonic, 'please' is not gonna get this food over to you. You are. Now get off your lazy caboose and go get your breakfast. You need to exercise your muscles, like Richi said."
Sonic sighed, "Fine. If you insist on having me go get my own food and hurt myself in the process."
"Well, too bad. You need to exercise your foot and arms anyway." I smiled, holding his plate out to him to shorten his walking distance from the chaise to the kitchen. Sonic snatched the plate from my hands and marched back to his seat. I took my plate and a cup of orange juice to the table to sit alongside him. "You're lazy, y'know?"
"Just because I asked you to bring my food?"
"No, because you didn't get up and get it yourself." I dug my fork into the eggs and took a bite. I also snatched the remote and flipped it from the stupid action show to the shopping channel. There was bound to be some interesting stuff on there.
"Hey!" Sonic shouted loudly, grabbing for the remote. His hands swiftly regained it and flipped back to the other channel. I grabbed the remote again but he held onto it so tight his knuckles were turning white. My hand was resting on his, squeezing tightly and pulling the remote in my direction. We probably looked like kids fighting over something as petty as a remote.
Then we both realized how awkward it was.
Sonic was quick to pull away, and I was left with the remote in my hands. He sighed in defeat and I smirked, turning it to the shopping channel again. We ate in silence, watching as cute items and accessories popped onscreen. As I 'ooh'ed and 'ahh'ed, Sonic stared at me with an arched brow, chewing on his bacon.
"This is weird. Can we turn it to something more interesting, please?" he said after finishing his breakfast and setting the plate on the table in front of him. I scoffed:
"'More interesting?' Oh please! This show is as interesting as they come!" I exclaimed excitedly, and Sonic yawned.
"Fine, Amy Rose," he smiled sarcastically and stood. "I'll just go to my room. There is a bed that is calling me and a nap I can't refuse. Don't come in, but if you need to—knock first."
I looked up at him, stunned by his harsh attitude. Something wasn't right with Sonic. Frowning as he walked away, I stood and tried not to stomp after him. Instead, I just picked up our plates and dropped them in the sink. I was feeling totally neglected.
But maybe Sonic was just overwhelmed right now. Overwhelmed by what, I don't know. It's a possibility that the Blue Blur just needs time to himself, to recuperate and heal. If I distance myself from him, though, he may find it strange. I needed to leave Sonic alone more often. He doesn't seem to enjoy my company, no matter her nice I'm being.
But could I even handle distancing myself from the one I absolutely adored?
Sonic woke up from his nap, and silently limped into the living room, while holding the walls for balance. The word 'sleepy' was practically written over his face. He grunted while plopping on the couch, "Amy, do you have any more of the painkillers? My lower back is killin' me. And my body feels like crap." I did my best to ignore his complaints as I slowly scraped the oven clean. It smelled strongly of cleaning liquids in the kitchen.
Sonic called, "Amy?"
I hummed, scraping the oven harder and trying hard not to answer him. He called my name again. I stood after grating the final few spots from the oven and threw them in the trash. I washed my hands and Sonic popped up next to me. He opening the fridge, examined its contents, and searched for the microwavable corndogs.
"They're in the freezer," I told him. Sonic hummed in thought and took one out. When he tossed in it the microwave, he turned to me and said:
"Amy, I need more painkillers."
"Sonic, I need to clean the apartment. You've completely dirtied it up, and it's in need of cleansing. I can massage—"
"No!" He cut me off rudely.
"Well then, I'll get them from the store later," I replied, wiping down the counters with a special cleaning liquid Rouge had given me. "I mean, I can whip up some dinner, but I'll be sure to grab them when I go to pick up some groceries in a while."
The Blue Blur glared at me as I finished up in the kitchen. He didn't seem to enjoy to the fact that I was not going to do what he wanted at that moment. Well, he needed to learn that I wasn't to be bossed around, especially in my own home. I loved Sonic, but he was not going to take advantage of me.
"Great," Sonic threw his hands in the air, "So I'm supposed to painfully limp my way around this apartment and do everything on my own, and you can't even spare some time to go grab a box of pills? Wow, your being so nice, Amy—really nice."
"Excuse me?" I gaped. "I'm sorry, but did you just say that you do everything on your own? Oh, I don't think so, Sonic. "
"What's there to think about, Amy? If anything, do you even think at all?" He retorted.
"Sonic, you don't do crap here! All you do is sleep, eat, use the bathroom, and hog my television!" I turned the channel to the news and left it there. "If anything, you ungrateful pig of a hedgehog, you should be happy I was even generous enough to let you stay in my apartment! I could kick you out really quick if I wanted to. I'm trying to be nice to you, but all you do is walk around and mope! The reason why I won't go to the store to buy something for you is because you're unappreciative! You're such a child!"
"I'm unappreciative? Really now?" Sonic slammed the microwave shut and chomped a huge bit of his snack. Speaking with a full mouth, he said, "After all the things I've done for you, Amy Rose—and I'm unappreciative?"
"What, Sonic—what? What have you done for me?" I shouted back at him, twice as loud.
"I saved your life! Countless numbers of times! And not once—once—do I get a simple 'thank you'. It's always something other than that, and 'thanks, Sonic' was all I needed! I don't want the hugs or the kisses or the 'Oh, Sonic—I love you with all my heart. Let's be together~!' No!"
I stared daggers at Sonic as he swallowed his food. "Fine, Sonic. Thank you. Thank you so much for saving my life. There. Are you satisfied?" Sonic stormed angrily past me, tripping on his cast and falling flat on his face. "Sonic!" I scurried to help him, but he shook my hand away and slowly and painfully stood, slammed the door to his temporary room, and muttered harsh things like "I'll be happy when you actually mean what you say" and "I can't wait to ditch this hellhole and be away from you."
Then everything got really quiet. The only sound I could hear was the heaviness of my breathing and the TV in front of my couch. Sonic was angry with me, something I did not want. He hated me. Absolutely hated me.
I sighed, feeling the sting of tears threatening to come. I, for some odd reason, had covered my face as I let them slip down my cheeks. The room got hot as I sat down on the couch and cried, hiccupping and squeaking like a baby. I felt horrible. My best friend, the one I loved dearly, was right. I was being selfish. I don't what I was thinking; distancing myself. Huh.
I sniffed quietly, and lay down, turning the TV to one of those old romance movies. I didn't feel like watching it, but I left it on and turned over on the couch, practically crying myself to sleep. I hated myself for angering Sonic.
