Heyyy, Another chapter done! Yaaayyy *confetti*
This was a fun one too! I really like writing dialogue haha~! X3c
Thanks for being patient and for reading, I hope you enjoy~
Disclaimer: I think Swine would fly before I even would own the Sonic characters,,
[o.o]- change of POV
Chapter 3: Reflections
Amy climbs the steps to her house, finally making it after their trek though the forest. She fumbles for her keys in her bag and unlocks the door to her home. She tosses her bookbag to the ground and focuses on the black hedgehog.
First, I need to tend to his wound she thinks to herself. She walks him over to her dining tableーnot wanting to get blood on her velvet gray couchーand sets him down gently on one of the chairs around her burgundy wood dining table, making sure that his back was towards her. Once steadying him, she goes into her small kitchen to go into her bathroom, since it's the quicker way to get in there other than through her bedroom.
Walking into the bathroom, she opens the cabinet above her toilet, grabs the first aid kit, and makes her way back to the living room.
Amy pulls up another chair beside the unconscious hedgehog and gets to work. She takes out the bandages from the box and also grabs some gauze as well. She wets the gauze at her kitchen sink, and uses it to disinfect and clean the gash and the blood dripping from it. Then she delicately begins to wrap the bandages around his waist, careful to not agitate the wound or cover his back quills.
After winding it around him for what seemed like the tenth time, Amy tears the off the bandage from the roll and puts the roll back into the kit. And she tucks the end of the bandage under another layer of wrapping. She leans back to look at her handiwork. That should do it. Now that she has finished, she can finally go and freshen herself up, seeing as she's dirty and covered in some of his blood. She stands up, pushes her chair back in, and goes to take a quick shower.
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I can't believe I brought a stranger in my house Amy thinks as the shower faucet runs hot water on her fur. She's been pretty calm on the outside, but her mind is absolutely reeling about the whole thing. Who knows who that hedgehog is, and she actually let him in her house no less! But he was injured, and unconscious her mind argues. Amy sighs in defeat. Why does she have to be so compassionate all the time? I just hope he's more grateful than angry thinking back to when he tried to attack her. What was that about anyway? His eyes...the weird fangs...is he an odd type of hedgehog? She couldn't wrap her head around it. Maybe, she'll find out when he wakes up?
[o.o]
His right ear flicks, as the sound of water cuts off and everything goes silent. He groans a little bit, wondering what truck hit him. The hedgehog slowly opens his eyes, surprised by the bright light. But wasn't he in the woods?
His eyes fully open and he sobers immediately. He moves his head around to assess where he is. He seems to be in a living room or something like that. But how did he get here? Concentrating hard, he tries to remember. Then it clicks. That pink hedgehog brought me here. He tries to straighten himself but hisses and flinches back. He turns and looks at his back; and sees that his slit is covered by bandages. Did that girl do that for me? He asks himself in disbelief. He then scoffs brushing off the gesture. It's not like he needs the treatment anyway.
"Oh, you're awake."
He turns his head toward the voice. The pink hedgehog is now in red plaid pajama pants, a white short sleeved shirt with a pink heart in the center of it, and a light blue towel wrapped around her neck, her rosy quills no longer in a ponytail but hanging loosely. She stands in front of the door to what seems like her bedroom.
[o.o]
"I thought you'd be out for at least a little while longer." Amy comments. She had just gotten out of the shower and wanted see how he was doing, and to her surprise, he's already awake and staring directly at her with his fiery eyes. She's trying hard to play it cool but his glare is shaking her entire core.
"Sorry to disappoint." He retorts, eyes narrowing.
"Wow, no need to get hostile. All I'm saying is that you were injured pretty badly. What happened?" She asks. She couldn't help being curious.
The black hedgehog looks away from her quizzical stare. "Tch, this is nothing." He replies, ignoring her question.
Amy moves closer to the table and where he is sitting, cocking her head. "Uh hello? You didn't answer my question."
The hedgehog turns his head and glances away from her. "A fight. That's all you need to worry about. "
Amy's eyes widen. "What? Must've been some battle you had to get that kind of injury."
His eyes glaze over, almost recounting what happened in his head. "Yeah. You could say that."
Silence envelops the room. She tries to grasp at something to say. "So, can I..get you anything while you're healing?" She gestures to her kitchen.
He raised a brow at her and lets out a little snort. "No, not really. Believe me, nothing that you have in your kitchen will help me."
Amy puts her hands on her hips and glares a little bit. "Hmph! Well, excuuuse me! And why should I believe you when I don't even know who you are? I don't even know your name!?"
The black hedgehog glances over at her, sneering ever so slightly. "Well right back at you, Pinky."
Amy's face turns bright red, her fists clenched by her side. "My name is Amy Rose, not Pinky." She spits in disgust. That was the worst name he could've even come up with!
"And my name is Shadow." He closes his eyes as he bobs his head marginally in formality. "And that's how introductions work, Amy." He smirks contemptuously.
Fumes are coming off the now scarlet hedgehog. She did not enjoy this sarcastic attitude. Amy is sort of starting to regret bringing him here "Y'know Shadow, I could've left you back in the forest."
Shadow shrugs his shoulders, head turned away from her. "Yeah, and I would've been fine without the help."
Amy trembles with rage. "Why you—"
"But, I am grateful for what you did. So thank you." He bows forward towards Amy, eyes closed once again.
Seeing this, Amy cools down just a little bit. She still wants to slap him across the face, but she appreciates the gratitude. She folds her arms though to prevent 'accidentally' hitting him. "Well, you're welcome I guess." She sighs. This entire conversation has not only gone no where, but it left her absolutely exhausted and annoyed. Amy is just about done talking; she's ready for her mattress and her blankets. She turns and begins to walk towards for bedroom. And as for Shadow...She glances back at him, his ruby eyes curiously gazing at her. "Look, if you want to stay here while you're recovering, you can use the couch, be my guest, but if not then see ya later." She waves over her shoulder.
"Wait, before you go," Shadow speaks up. Amy stops right before her door and perks her right ear towards him, signaling that she's listening. "I'm curious, why did you take me to your house and tend to my wounds? And why are you even letting me stay here?" He dangerously narrows his eyes at her. "What are you trying to gain from this?"
She looks over at him, the expression in her eyes serious. "Nothing. I just saw someone injured and felt the need to do something about it. It was a kind gesture Shadow, simple as that." She gives him a tiny smile. "Goodnight." And with that, Amy walks into her room and closes the door, leaving the silent black hedgehog to his thoughts and her words.
And that's all she wrote! (Literally LOL)
Amy is too kind really, and I think it miiiight be getting to Shadow. Maybe.
Who knows, guess we'll find out! ',:3c