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ok, this is a prequal to a mirror-zone fic that my friend rockchick did. i planned on waiting until i was finished to post this, but then i decided to post it anyway. enjoy! and don't read until you've read "reflections"(like anyone will really care...). _________________________________

No... this couldn't be... Amy thought as she sat in the over-crowded hospital. No... not Sonic... not my Sonic...

The pink hedgehog replayed everything in her head. Porker had constructed a machine that was supposed to disable this creature known as 'Chaos'. Only problem was, a cable was disconnected, and Johnny had to re- connect it. Sonic was trying to stop, or at least distract the monster, and evidentely, it worked. A little too well, in fact.

Chaos punched Sonic, sending the hedgehog flying. Luckily, he wasn't dead. Johnny had picked up the unconscious Sonic, and carried him to the hospital. Now, he was in another wing, making some calls to various people.

Everything was happening too fast, and Amy didn't know if she could take much more of this. She silently prayed, for the umpteenth time, that Sonic would be ok, that he wouldn't be in a coma forever.

Amy felt a hand on her shoulder, which startled her a bit. She turned to see a nurse, who was smiling a little. The nurse was a badger-woman, and looked friendly, which put the worried hedgehog at ease a little.

"I... is he..." Amy began, dreading the answer, but hoping for some good news.

"Sonic's condition has stablized, but he's still unconscious. The good news is, it's not a coma. He should be awake in a few days"

Amy jumped up from where she was sitting.

"And the bad news? Is Sonic gonna die or something? Is he gonna be alright?" she asked, the suspense driving her nuts.

The nurse took Amy's hand, and sat her back down. This couldn't be good, Amy thought. She suddenly had this gut-wrenching feeling that something wasn't right. People don't sit people down like that unless something really bad had happened.

"What's wrong? Please tell me what's wrong!" Amy shouted, suddenly panic-stricken.

The nurse just looked very uncomfortable, and scared.

"His..." she stopped, as if in disbelief.

Amy looked the nurse in the eye, firmly, and tried to swallow the panic that was twisting her stomach into knots and threatening to expell it through her mouth.

"Please, tell me," she said, "I really need to know. Good or bad"

"His... his back..." the nurse began, "The fall... it..."

Amy's eyes widened with comprehension, as she heard "...broke his back", then the little white lacy spots that were already forming before her eyes closed in, and brought with them a temporary solace from what would be a terrible nightmare-come-true.