Sonic could do nothing but let Cody lead him to the picnic blanket.
He didn't even notice that the mother looked shocked and the brother, who
was apparently Carl, was younger than Cody. Sonic was so wrapped up in his
thoughts that he didn't hear Cody's mother talking.
".so, did you get everything?" she asked.
Sonic came to with a start. "Huh?" he asked, then groaned silently and curling slightly while holding his head, which had decided to throb again.
Cody's mother looked sympathetic. "Oh dear, you're hurt. Cody, sit him down right here. I have to apologize for Cody; he's just recently turned six and thinks he can do anything he wants." She reached into the picnic cooler and brought out some ice, which she put in a plastic bag. "Here, put this on your head. I'm sorry if the bag smells funny but we used it to carry cheese sandwiches. The ice should help with the pain."
Too tired and too stunned from recent events to say anything, Sonic obeyed. His head was starting to hurt an awful lot now. The only problem was Sonic didn't know why.
Surprisingly enough, the ice did help. After he had held it against his head for a while, Cody's mother spoke up again.
"Young man, what's your name?"
"Uh." Sonic debated to himself whether or not telling them his real name was a good idea. He eventually decided to go for it. "It's Sonic," he said.
Cody protested once again. "You can't be Sonic!" he called out, his mother putting a hand on her face in embarrassment and Sonic wincing in pain. "Sonic is a blue hedgehog and he's really fast and he's super cool!"
'At least I'm popular.' Sonic thought to himself with a smile.
"Cody, please don't yell; you can see he's in pain. Dear, what's your real name?" Cody's mother asked.
Sonic, once again, debated whether or not telling them the truth was worth it. It then hit him. Game character? He had his own game? How did they know about him in the first place? Could they send him home? Did they know about the others? What about Sally, and Knuckles, and good ol' Tails? Rotor? Did they know Rotor? Bunny Rabbot too?
His head was really starting to hurt by now. Even the ice wasn't helping anymore.
Groaning a little more loudly, he hunched over, almost so far that his head touched his knees. Cody's mother gave a little gasp and Cody tried to look at Sonic in the face. Carl just gurgled and started sucking on his thumb, being as he was about one-year-old.
"Please, lie down," Cody's mother said, trying to make Sonic lay down on his side. He agreed quickly; the scenery around him was starting to swim in front of his eyes. He rolled over to his back and stared at the could filled sky, wondering how long he could survive here.
He could only vaguely hear Cody asked, "Mommy? Is he gonna be okay?"
"I think so," was the reply, "I've got my cell phone. I'm calling the hospital."
Sonic closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain. He couldn't think anymore. He almost couldn't stay conscious. He was just in so much pain.
Something touched his hand. Looking over weakly, he saw Carl had crawled over and was climbing on top of his stomach. Sonic didn't care anymore. He just wanted the pain to go away.
He heard the sirens, and Cody's mother talking endlessly. He also heard the constant chatter of the nearby crowds wondering what was going on. But he didn't care. If fact, he didn't even care that men in white uniforms were coming over to him. All he cared about was the pain, mostly because it was getting ignored, was disappearing and that Carl was asleep. Sonic couldn't help but smile, even as they took Carl away. He wasn't worrying though; he knew he'd see Cody and Carl again.
They loaded him onto the stretcher and tried to move him into the ambulance with the onlookers gasping and murmuring among themselves. Cody ran up.
"Can I go with him?" he asked the doctors.
Sonic spoke before the doctors could. "Let him," all he could do was whisper, "and if his mom and brother want to, they can come too."
The doctor hushed him, but let the small family come along. Sonic knew this was going to be one long ride.
".so, did you get everything?" she asked.
Sonic came to with a start. "Huh?" he asked, then groaned silently and curling slightly while holding his head, which had decided to throb again.
Cody's mother looked sympathetic. "Oh dear, you're hurt. Cody, sit him down right here. I have to apologize for Cody; he's just recently turned six and thinks he can do anything he wants." She reached into the picnic cooler and brought out some ice, which she put in a plastic bag. "Here, put this on your head. I'm sorry if the bag smells funny but we used it to carry cheese sandwiches. The ice should help with the pain."
Too tired and too stunned from recent events to say anything, Sonic obeyed. His head was starting to hurt an awful lot now. The only problem was Sonic didn't know why.
Surprisingly enough, the ice did help. After he had held it against his head for a while, Cody's mother spoke up again.
"Young man, what's your name?"
"Uh." Sonic debated to himself whether or not telling them his real name was a good idea. He eventually decided to go for it. "It's Sonic," he said.
Cody protested once again. "You can't be Sonic!" he called out, his mother putting a hand on her face in embarrassment and Sonic wincing in pain. "Sonic is a blue hedgehog and he's really fast and he's super cool!"
'At least I'm popular.' Sonic thought to himself with a smile.
"Cody, please don't yell; you can see he's in pain. Dear, what's your real name?" Cody's mother asked.
Sonic, once again, debated whether or not telling them the truth was worth it. It then hit him. Game character? He had his own game? How did they know about him in the first place? Could they send him home? Did they know about the others? What about Sally, and Knuckles, and good ol' Tails? Rotor? Did they know Rotor? Bunny Rabbot too?
His head was really starting to hurt by now. Even the ice wasn't helping anymore.
Groaning a little more loudly, he hunched over, almost so far that his head touched his knees. Cody's mother gave a little gasp and Cody tried to look at Sonic in the face. Carl just gurgled and started sucking on his thumb, being as he was about one-year-old.
"Please, lie down," Cody's mother said, trying to make Sonic lay down on his side. He agreed quickly; the scenery around him was starting to swim in front of his eyes. He rolled over to his back and stared at the could filled sky, wondering how long he could survive here.
He could only vaguely hear Cody asked, "Mommy? Is he gonna be okay?"
"I think so," was the reply, "I've got my cell phone. I'm calling the hospital."
Sonic closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain. He couldn't think anymore. He almost couldn't stay conscious. He was just in so much pain.
Something touched his hand. Looking over weakly, he saw Carl had crawled over and was climbing on top of his stomach. Sonic didn't care anymore. He just wanted the pain to go away.
He heard the sirens, and Cody's mother talking endlessly. He also heard the constant chatter of the nearby crowds wondering what was going on. But he didn't care. If fact, he didn't even care that men in white uniforms were coming over to him. All he cared about was the pain, mostly because it was getting ignored, was disappearing and that Carl was asleep. Sonic couldn't help but smile, even as they took Carl away. He wasn't worrying though; he knew he'd see Cody and Carl again.
They loaded him onto the stretcher and tried to move him into the ambulance with the onlookers gasping and murmuring among themselves. Cody ran up.
"Can I go with him?" he asked the doctors.
Sonic spoke before the doctors could. "Let him," all he could do was whisper, "and if his mom and brother want to, they can come too."
The doctor hushed him, but let the small family come along. Sonic knew this was going to be one long ride.