ROBBED
Chapter 2
Two days passed, with much of the same behaviour from the pink hedgehog. The sound of a click and metal scraping from down the hall told Amy that Rouge had arrived.
"Thanks for coming," she greeted the bat, who entered the room holding a BurgerPal bag.
"Oh girl, you look terrible!" She shut the door.
"Nice to see you too."
Rouge rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean." She held out the bag. "Here. I had a feeling you could've used some REAL food."
Amy took the bag and nodded in thanks. Dumping the contents onto her bed, she pokaed at her burger before cautiously picking up a fry and slowly eating it, staring into space, as if she were in thought. Without moving her eyes, she pointed to the food. "You can have some, too."
Rouge shook her head. "No thanks, I picked up something before I came over."
The silence that moved in Amy's apartment nearly ago seemed to hang extra thick in the room. Rouge not only felt that she could cut it with a knife, but that she would need a hatchet to make any dent in it. Spying a radio in the corner, slowly gathering dust, she nodded her head in the direction of the black box and asked, "May I?"
Amy blinked, disrupting her stare from a random crevice in the wall. She shifted and turned to see what Rouge meant. "Oh...." she said blankly, "Sure, why not?"
Grateful that the silence would hang on her shoulders no longer, it was more than Rouge was worth to run to the corner. She turned it on and wheeled the station dial until she found a song she liked, then returned to sit on the bed. Rouge noticed that Amy had finally taken a bite of her hamburger, small a bit as it was. Sighing to herself, she gazed around the room, trying to come up with some sort of conversation. "So... has Sonic been by yet?"
A pause.
"No... he called on Wednesday, though."
"Oh..." Rouge looked away. "So I take it he doesn't know yet?"
"You're the only one who does... I haven't felt right talking about it with anyone else... probably because you're a girl, you know?"
Rouge smiled gently, a look of understanding gracing her face. "And even then it's still hard to talk to me, I bet."
"I threw up yesterday."
The white bat felt her heart stop. "You're not... you're on time, right?"
Amy shook her head. "I want to get a kit, but I'm afraid to leave the house."
Rouge nodded in understanding. "I suppose it would be hard..."
Amy nodded, feeling as if she would cry, but no tears fell.
"You can cry if you need to. I'll understand."
Amy gave a long, shuddering sigh. "I've tried, believe me, I've tried. But it's like... I can't. Like I'm all dried up."
"Not eating and sleeping might contribute to that."
Amy flopped back on her bed. "I sleep... not much, but I do... I can't stay asleep for more than a few hours at a time... I keep thinking he's going to come back..."
Rouge leaned over and ran her hand gently on Amy's head. "Sonic's been asking about you," she changed the subject.
"Has he?" the young girl replied, sounding indifferent on the matter. "What's he been saying?"
"Oh, not much.... he was rather upset that you never called him back for that movie date."
"He's lucky I even left my room that day."
"So why didn't you call him back?"
Amy opened her mouth to speak, but shut it abruptly, rethinking her statement. "If I do, he's gonna want to know why I haven't been out in three weeks... and then I'm going to have to tell him what happened..." She let out a long yawn.
Rouge smiled sadly. "You take a nap. I promise not to leave until you wake up."
"Thank you," Amy whispered as she lay down.
Rouge's footsteps faded down the hallway until they stopped, and the canned laughter of the TV followed soon after. For the first time in what felt like forever, Amy felt content. With a sigh, she rolled her head to the right and had the most peaceful sleep she could remember.
Chapter 2
Two days passed, with much of the same behaviour from the pink hedgehog. The sound of a click and metal scraping from down the hall told Amy that Rouge had arrived.
"Thanks for coming," she greeted the bat, who entered the room holding a BurgerPal bag.
"Oh girl, you look terrible!" She shut the door.
"Nice to see you too."
Rouge rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean." She held out the bag. "Here. I had a feeling you could've used some REAL food."
Amy took the bag and nodded in thanks. Dumping the contents onto her bed, she pokaed at her burger before cautiously picking up a fry and slowly eating it, staring into space, as if she were in thought. Without moving her eyes, she pointed to the food. "You can have some, too."
Rouge shook her head. "No thanks, I picked up something before I came over."
The silence that moved in Amy's apartment nearly ago seemed to hang extra thick in the room. Rouge not only felt that she could cut it with a knife, but that she would need a hatchet to make any dent in it. Spying a radio in the corner, slowly gathering dust, she nodded her head in the direction of the black box and asked, "May I?"
Amy blinked, disrupting her stare from a random crevice in the wall. She shifted and turned to see what Rouge meant. "Oh...." she said blankly, "Sure, why not?"
Grateful that the silence would hang on her shoulders no longer, it was more than Rouge was worth to run to the corner. She turned it on and wheeled the station dial until she found a song she liked, then returned to sit on the bed. Rouge noticed that Amy had finally taken a bite of her hamburger, small a bit as it was. Sighing to herself, she gazed around the room, trying to come up with some sort of conversation. "So... has Sonic been by yet?"
A pause.
"No... he called on Wednesday, though."
"Oh..." Rouge looked away. "So I take it he doesn't know yet?"
"You're the only one who does... I haven't felt right talking about it with anyone else... probably because you're a girl, you know?"
Rouge smiled gently, a look of understanding gracing her face. "And even then it's still hard to talk to me, I bet."
"I threw up yesterday."
The white bat felt her heart stop. "You're not... you're on time, right?"
Amy shook her head. "I want to get a kit, but I'm afraid to leave the house."
Rouge nodded in understanding. "I suppose it would be hard..."
Amy nodded, feeling as if she would cry, but no tears fell.
"You can cry if you need to. I'll understand."
Amy gave a long, shuddering sigh. "I've tried, believe me, I've tried. But it's like... I can't. Like I'm all dried up."
"Not eating and sleeping might contribute to that."
Amy flopped back on her bed. "I sleep... not much, but I do... I can't stay asleep for more than a few hours at a time... I keep thinking he's going to come back..."
Rouge leaned over and ran her hand gently on Amy's head. "Sonic's been asking about you," she changed the subject.
"Has he?" the young girl replied, sounding indifferent on the matter. "What's he been saying?"
"Oh, not much.... he was rather upset that you never called him back for that movie date."
"He's lucky I even left my room that day."
"So why didn't you call him back?"
Amy opened her mouth to speak, but shut it abruptly, rethinking her statement. "If I do, he's gonna want to know why I haven't been out in three weeks... and then I'm going to have to tell him what happened..." She let out a long yawn.
Rouge smiled sadly. "You take a nap. I promise not to leave until you wake up."
"Thank you," Amy whispered as she lay down.
Rouge's footsteps faded down the hallway until they stopped, and the canned laughter of the TV followed soon after. For the first time in what felt like forever, Amy felt content. With a sigh, she rolled her head to the right and had the most peaceful sleep she could remember.