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It was a cold morning in the town of Green Hills, the sky was completely covered and the rain was falling incessantly. There were also gusts of wind that whipped the treetops and blew some leaves.

Inside a warm village house, a dedicated vet was getting ready to go to work, she was picking up her hair with a buckle until she heard footsteps towards her, turned around and saw her husband wearing a black raincoat as if he were the reaper. She started laughing funny.

"You're not going to use that today, are you?" I was asking the vet.

The sheriff took off his hood leaving his face exposed. "Today is a rainy day, although the city is empty, the villagers call me to clean their gutters."

"But put on some fluorescent tapes, you don't want people to mistake you for the grim reaper." She was joking.

"Well, maybe that's how they'll call me less." Tom went to the window and watched the weather. "How do you see your day today?"

"Well, hypothermia, vaccination, teaching, you know." Maddie said. "Not to mention the number of births there will be today."

"I wish I was in your shoes."

"And believe me, some days I'd like to be in yours." The vet approached her husband and kissed him on the cheek.

She climbed into her room to put on her medical scrub. Meanwhile the sheriff was feeding his four-legged friend. Maddie goes downstairs and talks to her husband.

"What do you want for dinner tonight?"

"No soup, that's for sure." The sheriff said. "And if possible, I'd like to have some quick cooking dinner, just so I don't have a blue hedgehog behind me wondering every now and then if dinner is ready."

Maddie laughed at Tom's comment. "That little guy and his obsession with going fast. For the purpose, last night I went to see him three times in his room and he was sleeping soundly."

"That's excellent. Four more tantrums and he can sleep like a little angel."

Tom went to the couch to pick up his coat and saw that the young hedgehog was sleeping there. "Wow, at what point did you go to the couch?"

"Ozzy?" Maddie asked on the stairs.

"No, the little blue devil." Tom joked.

The sheriff watched the blue hedgehog sleep and noticed something didn't look good on him. His ears and cheeks were reddish, his eyes were dark circles, his lips were dry, he breathed with his mouth open and a wheezing from his lungs could be heard every time he inspired and expired. The sheriff touched the hedgehog's forehead and chest and immediately noticed the heat radiating from his body.

"Love, can Sonic also control the fire?" The sheriff asked his wife confused.

Maddie saw that he was watching Sonic sleep. "Not that we know... why?"

"Because it's boiling."

The vet approached Sonic and barely saw him, realized he had a fever, if he wasn't treated quickly he could get dehydrated. "Oh, he's feverish. But how? Last night he wasn't like that when I went to see him."

"I'll get a wet rag." Tom said he's going to the kitchen.

"Yes, honey, bring bags of ice too." Maddie looked for a thermometer from the medicine cabinet and placed it under the armpit of the hyperthermal hedgehog, Tom arrived with the ice packs, both had to wait until the thermometer rang to lower his temperature with the bags. The thermometer started ringing and recorded 104 degrees.

"-whistle- I haven't seen a temperature like this since I got sick with brucellosis as a child." Tom said by placing a damp rag on Sonic's forehead and ice packs on his body.

Maddie was beginning to worry, she didn't know which terrestrial diseases could affect Sonic and she didn't know how long Sonic was with a fever. "Sonic, hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" The blue hedgehog did not respond, he barely groaned and did not want to open his eyes, Tom wanted to draw his attention, but also did not receive answers other than some movements. "Leave him love, he's sure to be raving about fever."

"Can't you give him some medicine to get his fever down?"

"I don't think, he's not a human, some medications might give him allergy or be toxic to him. Try to make him drink water."

Tom went to get a glass of water. "I didn't know someone might have a drug allergy." He tried to get Sonic to drink some water, but the blue hedgehog rejected the glass, consequently he put a hand around his neck with an expression of pain. "Houston, we have a problem."

Maddie began drawing up a care plan on a form. "I'm afraid I'll have to make a peripheral venous access to pass him fluid. Do you remember how he reacted when you shot him with the tranquilizer dart?"

"What reaction? if he passed out almost instantly." Tom approached his wife. "Why are you asking me that right now?"

"I want to know how his body reacts with different drugs... how long have he been asleep?"

Tom remembered. "10 or 15 minutes, in fact, when I turned around to see him he was already awake and could walk."

Maddie was a little surprised. "What a metabolism. Did you notice any side effects?"

"If talking too much count as one..." Tom joked. He approached his wife and took her by the face with both hands. "So, prettiest veterinarian in Green Hills, how are you going to cure the space hedgehog?"

"I want to make an interconsultation."


Tom Wachowski came down from his room in his normal clothes, without his police uniform or the rain coat he was wearing. He observed that his wife was chatting with a vet and a young doctor near the sofa where Sonic was asleep with a serum attached to his arm. Tom greeted them both respectfully.

"Honey, this is Dr. Garcia, she has been in veterinary service for years, and he is Dr. Wilbers, head of pediatric intensive care. "

"Nice to meet you." Tom was greeting, "Have you figured out what the blue demon has yet?"

The older vet put on her glasses and read a chart. "We are deliberating, Officer Wachowski, we are not sure what disease he may have or if it is risky for us."

"I think it's a simple flu, yesterday he was running in the rain and wind." Tom said by keeping his hands in his pockets.

"Have you ever been given any drugs?" The young pediatric doctor asked.

"Well, once I unintentionally shoo-" Tom nearly recounted the incident with the tranquilizer dart, but his wife stepped on his foot. "Auch!"

"Diazepam, we administer diazepam to him, ah! And smelling salts."

"I can't understand, why would diazepam be given to a space hedgehog with superpowers that you don't even know if...? Oh, right." The young doctor concluded.

"Dr. Wachowski does an amazing job taking care of this hedgehog. This little sweet thing saved my brother from the asylum the other day." The old vet said. "Do you know his vital signs, Dr. Wachowski?"

"Yes, the other day I recorded their normal parameters, now they are disturbed by the fever. We only managed to lower his fever to 100 degrees." Said Maddie.

"I find parenteral hydration fantastic, Dr. Wachowski. If you say he had no problems with other drugs, try administering meloxicam and increasing the dose if necessary." The vet said as she was writing on the form.

The young doctor pulled a syringe out of his pocket. "Dr. Wachowski, if I may, I can draw blood from the hedgehog to find out exactly what he's suffering from."

"Of course." Maddie said.

"No!" The people present stared at Tom. "No, I mean, be careful with his arm, throws sparks."

Dr. Wilbers performed the blood draw on Sonic's arm, he was astonished at how easily he did. "This space hedgehog has an anatomy very similar to human anatomy, it's not what it seems."

Dr. Garcia laughs. "Don't be fooled Dr. Wilbers, one day I came to my house and my husband told me the same thing." Tom and Maddie forcibly laughed at the doctor's unfortunate comment.

"Well, Dr. Wachowski, I'm retiring, I'll call you on the phone when I get the test results." The pediatrician gave himself a handshake with Tom. "A pleasure Officer Wachowski, I invite you to my pediatric intensive care unit if Sonic's situation gets worse."

"What a creepy invitation, Doctor. Thanks anyway." Tom said.

"Don't forget to take biosecurity measures, Dr. Wachowski, call me to keep me posted." The old vet said as she said goodbye.

"Thank you for every Dr. Garcia and Dr. Wilbers."

Health professionals withdrew from the Wachowskis' house. Tom sat next to Sonic, watched his wife carry medication with a syringe and come towards them.

"Don't tell me you're going to poke him."

Maddie administered the medication for peripheral venous access to the hedgehog arm. "I'm giving him medicine to make him feel better, what about you today and your 'overprotection'?"

"It's not overprotection, but he's got enough of his flu to have blood drawn and putting things through his veins." Tom said to his wife. "In my day, when we have the flu, they served us orange juice."

"Well, but consider Sonic not just any kid, consider that he is our special kid who came from another world and we don't know that he can make him sick, or if he can make us sick."

"Nah." Tom got up off the couch. "He was prowling the town for 10 years and we didn't get a flea from him."

"I hope you're right." The vet approached her husband. "Honey, I don't think I'm going to work today, I'm going to stay and take care of Sonic."

"Oh love, don't worry, I'll stay and take care of Sonic. After all, I've already took off my police suit and my reaper cape."

"But you don't have to miss, I can stay, apart if anything happened to Sonic-" Tom interrupted his wife.

"Don't you trust me to take care of Sonic? I'm the one who all gives him a shirt to fall asleep."

"Do you give him your shirts to go to sleep? No wonder I find blue hairs in the washing machine." Maddie said with suspicious eyes.

"No- Well yes. That's why I'm staying, I'm sure a lot of animals will need you today. Don't worry about me, Wade can take care of the town and villagers."

Maddie stayed for a minute thoughtful, looked at Sonic and saw that his appearance was better than a while ago, no longer had red ears and was now sleeping in a fetal position. "-sigh- All right, I'll go. But let me explain a few things to you in case any inconvenience arises."

"Sure, love."

Maddie went to get the two first aid bags, then went to get blankets and other medical devices, Tom watched dumbfounded.

"You see, in this bag are the elements of human first aid, if you see that they are not suitable for him use the animal first aid bag. With this thermometer you check his temperature every hour, if he raise a fever again call me and put him cold water compresses with ice packs. Watch for other symptoms. Control its peripheral venous access, and if you see that his arm is puffed up, remove it, so that he does not bleed, place a plaster bandage on the wound. He has an infusion of ringer lactate that will last about 6 hours, if you see that he is in pain you can give him 1 milligram of meloxicam, if you hear that he has secretion make him mist with physiological solution. If you want bathe him then do it. Don't give him any medicine that I didn't tell you and most important of all: make sure he eats and drinks a lot of fluids, make him eat. Do you have any doubts?"

Tom at all the moment his wife was explaining to him made a thoughtful expression when he actually understood very little. "Ah... sure, love. You go easy, we'll be fine."

Maddie approached Sonic and watched him sleep. She stroked his head gently. "Goodbye darling, I hope you recover." She approached her husband and kissed him goodbye. "Love you, call me if you need anything."

Tom closed the door when Maddie left. He thinks for a while. "What in the world is ringer lactate?, flus are no longer like in my day."

The sheriff stayed at his house with his dog Ozzy and with Sonic sick, sighed to see him sleep with a serum connected to him, he did not want to see him sick, he would rather see him run around the house with his usual typical energy. Although looking on the plus side, it felt pretty good to stay one rainy day at home.

Tom took his cell phone and called Wade to notify him that he was not going to show up for work. They were chatting for a while about different things until Tom decided to cut because Crazy Carl came to the police station to tell his storm chaser stories.

"I'm sorry Wade, but I know you're going to have fun with Carl for a good time."


10 years ago.

On a beautiful island in the middle of the sea, the day was cloudy and windy.

In an island hut, there was a majestic bird squeezing a wet rag into a bowl of water. The bird approached a basket where a small blue hedgehog was lying with a fever, she placed the compress on the little boy's forehead. He complained a little.

"-cough- Longclaw, I don't feel well and I'm hot." Said the baby hedgehog.

"I know, little thing. These cold compresses will help you remove the heat." The owl said in a calm and lovely voice. "Did anyone see you running around?"

"No, no one - "

The little blue hedgehog had a small coughing fit, his caretaker grabbed him with her wings and lifted him up to rub his back. After his cough, the little one began to cry, the owl rocked him.

"There, there, Sonic, I promise you will get better."

"Why am I like this?" Sonic was asking with tearful eyes.

"Sometimes people get sick, there are little bugs that we can't see, but they hurt us. Your body struggles to protect you." Longclaw explained.

"Really?"

"Aha, and every time you get sick, your body will know better to fight whatever hurts you." The bird said.

"But Longclaw, –cough- I want you to protect me." Sonic said looking into his caretaker's eyes.

"Oh dear, of course I'll protect you." Longclaw hugged Sonic against her chest. "Because you're the most precious thing I have and all I want to do is see you grow up happy."


Sonic, 13, woke up very tired and a little dizzy, watched his idolized sheriff approach him and put a hand on his forehead.

"Hello, blue devil. How do you feel?" Tom asked.

Sonic answered almost whispering, his voice was hoarse from the sore throat he felt. "I think I'm sick."

"Yes, and you seem to be the last to know." Tom said with his typical humor.

Sonic trembled a little because of the cold and the sheriff covered him with a blanket (which his wife had left him with the other things.) "Aren't you going to be late for work?" He said with difficulty.

"Don't worry about it, Sonic. I'm staying with you today, and what do you think? Let's have some fun!" The sheriff exclaimed, stroking his head.

"I hafta go to the bathroom."


Oops my finger slipped and wrote the Sonic and Longclaw part

See you ;)