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Anger. Hate. Sadness. Guilt. Those are the words that came into mind when explaining his current mood. He hadn't done much the past several days. Well, nothing out of the ordinary that is. He had been doing his usual schedule; wake up, try to eat, shower, talk to his two therapists, then repeat. If it was one of his better days then he would exercise his leg, read, and see his many friends. But, if it was a bad day… he would stay in bed trying to sleep the day away. Of course, that never happened. He was always be deeply encouraged to get up and to at least use his wheelchair to roam the floors' hallways. But today… today was… odd. He woke up, feeling good. Everything was fine until… well, right after exercising his leg. No one had said anything to make him upset. He just felt… angry. Even his two physiatrists noticed his behavior; and due to this, they cut his session short with them so he could have some more free time. So, here he was, lying in bed, lounging around for a bit… However, he couldn't quite understand why he was angry. He just… was. Thank goodness Sonic was able to understand. He was patient, despite his usual uppity, go-lucky attitude. The hero always stayed low key when he felt angry or sad. If he didn't want to talk, Sonic would never push or force him to. The blue hedgehog gave him what Malcom called "silent support". Sometimes the silence helped… it left him alone with his own thoughts. But nonetheless, it was nice to have someone just… there. Even if a word was never spoken, it helped more then he thought it would. He was nervous and anxious at first when he was told about Sonic being his caretaker. He was worried about… slowing Sonic down… being a deadweight, or something the hero could trip on. He thought the hero wouldn't even think about him to be honest… the thought the whole group would care less… for once, he was glad and even a little happy to be wrong… that previous logic was painfully wrong. They gave him undying support, he remembered Sonic crying one time asking for forgiveness about not believing him about those people following him. Of course, he forgave Sonic in his own way, which Sonic picked up on and understood. His anger suddenly melted into sadness. Rouge… He found himself getting upset with her more then he wanted to admit… but… she had done something wrong to him. Rules are made for a reason and she had broken them. He shook his head shaking her away from his thoughts.
The shaking of his head alarmed the blue hedgehog who sat next to him, the hero stood a little from his chair "you alright?" he nodded slightly, which made the hero sit back down. Sonic paused then spoke up "So, what are you going to say if she asks? Knowing her, she'll ask…" he paused "..?" Sonic repeated himself "Amy, she knows your basic schedule but she doesn't know about your bathing habits" he paused… He usually took 3 showers a day, not counting the occasional bath to help him relax. He shrugged slightly. There… wasn't much to say… He just felt… dirty. He felt dirty all the time. Malcom said it was something with his mentality, in which will improve overtime. He spoke softly, his voice slightly hoarse from him not talking as much "I feel dirty…. I guess…" Damn. He needed to start speaking more, his throat was killing him. Sonic spoke as he thought about it "I mean, I can tell her if you want? Your going home in two days…" He paused…. Home. That was a wonderful word. The Hero had shown him the many pictures of his newly renovated house… it actually looked pretty nice. He was somewhat looking forward to sleeping back into his bed again, and even gaining back some independence. However, this was in public. Even though it was away from the cities… it still made him nervous. Sonic made a whistle sound, making him looked up slightly. A tray of food was in the hero's hands now… He must've spaced out again. The blue hedgehog gently placed the try into his lap "your soup sir!" he said in a sing-song tone. Soup was one of the things his weak stomach could hold down. So, naturally the soup was packed full of vitamin rich ingredients. It also came with some juice and bread. He would steer clear of bread unless he felt daring, bread was usually an immediate upchuck, but sometimes he could hold it down… The hero smiled at him "what me to feed ya? Or do you wanna try to eat on your own again?" He swallowed hard, trying to speak up a little louder. "No, I want… to feed… Self" He needed to work on that. The hero nodded as he undomed the food and set everything up for him. Sonic Sat back down in his seat "Let's shoot for eating half of the meal" He looked over, giving Sonic a 'really?' look. The hero chuckled "I'm kidding bud! Just eat what you can!" His gentle, care free smile helped. It made him a little bit happier. He sipped his juice, he wasn't much of a juice person but Malcom said his sugars where low so he drank it anyways. It was either juice or water, he tried milk one time but he couldn't quite hold that down yet. He took the spoon and ate the soup slowly. He liked to savor the flavors, being deprived from food can do that to someone. Food was nice, once off the feeding tube and onto actual food, he started to gain some much needed weight. Sonic said he was putting 'meat on the bones' so he guessed that he wasn't as thin as before. He found himself smiling a little…. It was nice to be taken care of…