Just Don't Care

Shadow tiptoed into the room where Sonic lay on his stomach, his face half-hidden in the pillow, asleep but not deeply so. "Hey there, sleepy head," he whispered, crossing the carpeted floor to sit down on the edge of the bed as he buckled his shoes and straightened his tie, using the floor-length mirror, discarded by Rouge and kept by him. "Aren't you ever going to wake up? I think the sun misses shining on your pretty blue fur."

"Pretty? Feh!" Sonic snorted, rolling over again. He swallowed, wincing from the pain. Everything was beginning to hurt. Everything except his stomach, which had stopped feeling hungry a long time ago. "Forget it. I hate late winter. Everything's slush."

"Don't say that. It's so pretty." Shadow soothed, tossing a glance at the young hedgehog.

Sonic waved an ungloved tan hand, his quills the only visible part of his head now. "Yeah, yeah. Then you go and enjoy it. I'm going back to bed!" And he hmphed, pulling the covers higher up to cover his neck. He had to swallow down his saliva again, and regretted the move, biting his lip to keep from crying as the pain burned dully in the base of his throat like the flame of a candle.

"I've got work first," Shadow pointed out, standing. Then, he leaned in closer to Sonic's face. Cobalt could feel ebony's heat against his cheek. "Then, I've got a little surprise for you. Can you say…chilidogs?"

"Chilidogs," Sonic grumbled apathetically, feeling nothing—not even a small pang of hunger—from the mention of the word, although the picture definition of it was created warm, slimy, fat, and juicy before his eyes.

"There's my dove of a hedgehog," Shadow beamed, planting a fleeting kiss on Sonic's cheekbone. "I'll be back after work. Your surprise will be here by the time you're done napping."

"Oh?" Sonic rolled his eyes, shifting to get comfortable. "Great, just what I need. Petty fangirls." It hurt his core to feel himself becoming so nasty. Why was he, Sonic the Hedgehog, becoming irritable? Even his thoughts unnerved him, about as evil to him as the Doctor's plans! "Can't wait, then."

Shadow closed the door behind him, humming a tuneless song, and Sonic was alone.

Cobalt began to weep. "I don't want to be mean!" He sobbed. "I don't! I don't!"

Then let me feel you, the rain pouring down your face.

Let me touch you, with fingers the world's well worn.

Let me kiss you, with lips that have spoken blasphemy.

Let me love you, one who has hated up until this time.

Let me come, and heal your famine.