Thankfully, Sonic was out of the hospital in a few hours. The worst
of it was over, and the doctor said he only had a bad bruise on his head. A
policeman even came up to him to ask if he knew his attacker, but Sonic
tried to tell him that he wouldn't believe the poor hedgehog-turned-human
even if Sonic had proof.
Eventually, though, the policeman won.
A while later.
".Then I was hit by a beam, torn apart, woke up like this, and was in a LOT of pain," Sonic finished.
The police officer just looked at him over his notepad. "Uh-huh," he mumbled, pretending to write stuff down. "Sure, right." The officer than reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "Give the guy a visit and you'll be as right as rain," he explained. He then handed the card to Sonic.
Sonic looked at the card in his hand. "Psychiatrist" was written all over the top, and this time Sonic looked annoyed.
"Thanks, sir, I'll keep this in mind," he said, stuffing the card into his pocket.
Sonic didn't exactly know how, but he found himself in the lobby a little while later being hugged to death by Cody and his younger brother. Sonic wouldn't try to get them off only because he lacked the air to do so.
Luckily, their mother came to the rescue.
"Boys! Get off him! He just got out of the hospital! Cody! Get down! You're strangling him!"
She eventually pulled both boys off, and Sonic finally found a chance to breathe. "Thanks," he wheezed, "I thought I was gonna suffocate."
"Don't mention it," she said, holding both Cody and Carl and talking to Sonic at the same time. Sonic had to admit; this mother was good at her job.
Sonic then realized something. In this world, he didn't have a home. He also didn't know much about the lifestyle, so he figured he would last about four hours, tops, on the street alone.
"Miss?" he asked, trying to be polite.
"Yes?" she said, fitting Carl into his walker and still (somehow) keeping Cody from jumping Sonic again.
"I.um.don't.have a home." he mumbled. 'Man!' he thought to himself, 'This is totally embarrassing!'
She smiled. "My name is Mrs. Anderson. I am, unfortunately, a widow, due to the fact that my husband is.well.Never mind. Anyway, I have an extra room, and I could do with an extra, hopefully civilized" (at this point, Cody called out, "MOM!" in an almost embarrassed way) "man around the house."
Sonic picked up Cody so she could fasten Carl in properly. After Cody had moved to Sonic's back, nobody seemed to mind anymore.
"Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. I'll do my best to behave."
Cody started playing with Sonic's hair, ruffling it up so badly Sonic could hardly see. After a bit of playful shoving by those two as Sonic tried to fix his hair, tickle Cody, and still hold the guy at the same time while Cody tried to keep ruffling up Sonic's hair and stay balanced as well, Mrs. Anderson smiled.
"You're name is Sonic?" she asked.
"Yes.(Cody! That hurts!) Ma'am!" Sonic grunted.
She thought for a minute, then nodded to herself. "Since people seem to think that a young man named Sonic is strange, we'll name you after my late brother."
Sonic stopped fidgeting with Cody and looked at Mrs. Anderson. "What was his name?" Sonic asked, and then grabbed Cody from over his shoulder and held him upside-down, trying not to get hit by Cody's kicking feet and hear over Cody's loud giggles.
Mrs. Anderson smiled. She knew she could trust this man with her children; she's seen his type before.
"His name was Serin."
Eventually, though, the policeman won.
A while later.
".Then I was hit by a beam, torn apart, woke up like this, and was in a LOT of pain," Sonic finished.
The police officer just looked at him over his notepad. "Uh-huh," he mumbled, pretending to write stuff down. "Sure, right." The officer than reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "Give the guy a visit and you'll be as right as rain," he explained. He then handed the card to Sonic.
Sonic looked at the card in his hand. "Psychiatrist" was written all over the top, and this time Sonic looked annoyed.
"Thanks, sir, I'll keep this in mind," he said, stuffing the card into his pocket.
Sonic didn't exactly know how, but he found himself in the lobby a little while later being hugged to death by Cody and his younger brother. Sonic wouldn't try to get them off only because he lacked the air to do so.
Luckily, their mother came to the rescue.
"Boys! Get off him! He just got out of the hospital! Cody! Get down! You're strangling him!"
She eventually pulled both boys off, and Sonic finally found a chance to breathe. "Thanks," he wheezed, "I thought I was gonna suffocate."
"Don't mention it," she said, holding both Cody and Carl and talking to Sonic at the same time. Sonic had to admit; this mother was good at her job.
Sonic then realized something. In this world, he didn't have a home. He also didn't know much about the lifestyle, so he figured he would last about four hours, tops, on the street alone.
"Miss?" he asked, trying to be polite.
"Yes?" she said, fitting Carl into his walker and still (somehow) keeping Cody from jumping Sonic again.
"I.um.don't.have a home." he mumbled. 'Man!' he thought to himself, 'This is totally embarrassing!'
She smiled. "My name is Mrs. Anderson. I am, unfortunately, a widow, due to the fact that my husband is.well.Never mind. Anyway, I have an extra room, and I could do with an extra, hopefully civilized" (at this point, Cody called out, "MOM!" in an almost embarrassed way) "man around the house."
Sonic picked up Cody so she could fasten Carl in properly. After Cody had moved to Sonic's back, nobody seemed to mind anymore.
"Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. I'll do my best to behave."
Cody started playing with Sonic's hair, ruffling it up so badly Sonic could hardly see. After a bit of playful shoving by those two as Sonic tried to fix his hair, tickle Cody, and still hold the guy at the same time while Cody tried to keep ruffling up Sonic's hair and stay balanced as well, Mrs. Anderson smiled.
"You're name is Sonic?" she asked.
"Yes.(Cody! That hurts!) Ma'am!" Sonic grunted.
She thought for a minute, then nodded to herself. "Since people seem to think that a young man named Sonic is strange, we'll name you after my late brother."
Sonic stopped fidgeting with Cody and looked at Mrs. Anderson. "What was his name?" Sonic asked, and then grabbed Cody from over his shoulder and held him upside-down, trying not to get hit by Cody's kicking feet and hear over Cody's loud giggles.
Mrs. Anderson smiled. She knew she could trust this man with her children; she's seen his type before.
"His name was Serin."