Super happy rainbow fun time chapter of doom! (Sarcastic.) Okay, I'm really sorry for the huge delay, it's really as depressing for me as it is for you, trust me. I'm sorry that it took so long, and here you go. The real plot starts forming in next chapter, and this is just some Sonic-torturing-filler. Enjoy!

Isu- Of course I love torturing Sonic! Usually in ways that he ends up screaming, bleeding and crying like a baby. I AM SO EVIL!

Crystal Rose- YAY! It's sad! (If you can't tell, that's what I was aiming for:) thanks for the review!

Leeve- my suggestion: Take that stick away from Hannah. And you have a point. Even I'm almost starting to feel sorry for Sonic. Almost. MUAHAHAHAHA!

Anachrista- Thank youz forz maniez reviewzez. You get the super evil happy cardboard fish award! And here's just something I'd like to say in order to get our super happy diabolical everyone dies now friendship off to a smashing success... –cough-emo-sucks-cough-. Please don't be offended, it's just my opinion. I think that it's too whiney, and that they all use nothing but power chords, the cheap... dastards. Heavy metal is much better. Yellow be a good color when in used in violent combinations of black and red, but mostly you're right on that one. Rap does suck. Black is a cool color. Noobish is fun to type, but the stupid prep shortcut typing is stupid. M35H 4M T3H 1337 H4XOR! Now that's noobish. Preps are stupid and terrible. Avenged sevenfold is... bad. System of a Down is good. The murder dolls are good. But not avenged sevenfold. No offense, and please don't hate me now.

Basically, we have much to talk about as long as neither of us mentions our tastes in music.

Yes, I do start all my friendships this way. You're welcome.

To Angels624: You liar! It's not on your- oh, there it is. Sorry! My mistake! You're not a liar. O.O;

To everyone else, ...I like raccoons! They share their rabies! (Runs around screaming)

Sonic's eyes weakly fluttered open; he had no idea when he had fallen asleep but his face was stained with tears and his shoulder hurt from his odd sleeping position. He struggled and shuddered onto his back, his uncontrolled movement hindering his progress. Finally, he collapsed onto the uncomfortable bed and breathed heavily; shocked at the effort it took to move so little. He wished he knew what was wrong with him. Why couldn't he move? Why couldn't he talk? He moaned quietly into the darkness, wishing it would all just go away...

It was dark, and awfully lonely, however pale moonlight lit the room from the window, casting eerie shadows and giving the room a blue tint. He could see outside the open door into the empty, large hallways, menacing shadows looming across the cavernous areas. Sonic found himself frightened. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be anywhere. He wanted to die. He struggled under the stifling covers, but it was still so hard to move... besides, they probably had him on suicide watch. Not like there was anything deadly in here he could get to...

Sonic sighed. He had to figure this out; he had to calculate a plan. He was, for the time being, disabled.
Sonic struggled and managed to sit up a little, however his arms shook and ached under his body and he nearly collapsed.

No! Stay up! You have to! He told himself, looking over at his picture of Amy, the one they took away, and grimacing at the pain. There was no more time to spend crying, especially here. He had to think clearly, act clearly, and learn what was happening to him. He would start with a test... how far could he go? Sonic faltered as an inexplicable shudder passed through him, but managed to stay up, and attempted to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Movement was so slow... it was so hard. Sonic would have cursed in frustration, but he finally collapsed at the pain and exhaustion, breathing heavily and emitting the only sound he could, harsh wailing moans. Due to the fact that his legs were already off of the bed, he fell to the ground and felt something in his shoulder snap as he hit the tile. Sonic gave a small shout but he realized that it was nothing serious. It felt more like relocating his arm, like the blow had knocked something back in place. Sonic shuddered again and struggled for a long time to get to his feet. The blue hedgehog finally managed to get on his hands and knees, but it was terribly difficult and his limbs shook unstably beneath him. He slowly lifted a hand to the bed for support, and tugged himself up, clinging to the metal pole that rose from the corner of the bed. Sonic opened his eyes, only now aware that he had shut them. He looked over to Amy's photo. He could reach it from here.

He reached out a shaky hand and grabbed it, soon collapsing into a nearby chair, too exhausted to try and crawl back to the bed. His entire body ached. He would have screamed if he could, but his voice shook and faltered. What should have been a simple task had nearly killed him... what was happening to him...? He sobbed, feeling childish and incapable, and quietly clutched Amy's picture to his chest, something he'd wanted to do since Tails gave it to him. Sonic opened his eyes and looked at the picture, at Amy's happy face, her green eyes... a drop of blood, from the incident at the dock, dotted the edge of the frame. Sonic rubbed it away, and stared down at the girl that meant so much to him. He just had to do something.

Sonic cried and tried to say 'Amy' but he couldn't manage the sounds. It came out as a weak mumble. He stared down at the picture, confused. Panicking, he tried again, this time a hoarse moan escaping his lips. Sonic placed a jerky hand on his throaht, letting go of the picture with one hand only to grasp it more tightly with the other. He couldn't talk. He just couldn't. Sonic sighed and placed the picture on the desk next to him; his fingers began to feel weak and he feared he might drop it. Not only was it so hard just to make any sound, but... forming the sound into words was so hard. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to mouth out the sound 'a' as in 'Amy'. He desperately wanted to say her name. It was difficult. He stammered as his voice again failed him. In frustration, he pounded a shaky fist against the table, leaving it there. What was wrong with him? He sighed and again tried to just move his lips and tongue in the way he would if he said 'Amy'. That wasn't so hard, why couldn't he apply voice to it? He desperately tried again, this time, an actual sound escaping his lips. Quiet, but actual.

"A- ...a- " Sonic sighed. It was incredibly difficult...Sonic didn't want to believe it, but.
He really had lost his voice.
He cried silently to himself, curling into a ball and sighing heavily. After all of the hard work to just make the sound 'a' Sonic didn't even want to try with 'm' and severely doubted he would ever be able to say anyone's name again. After the strain and effort of simply walking over to this chair Sonic knew he would never run again. He looked over at his little picture of Amy. He paused, and reached out, stroking his fingers across the picture.

"A- ...a-..." Sonic focused, and tried really hard. "A-my." he managed to mumble. He was delighted! It didn't come out quite right, and there was a weird, unintentional pause between the 'a' and 'm' sounds, but Sonic didn't care! "A-my..." he said, still looking at the picture. "A-my... " He sighed and curled up on the chair, picking up Amy's picture and again holding it to his chest. A tear fell down his cheek.

I miss you. He thought to himself, holding the picture.
I miss you too, Sonic... he imagined Amy saying back.
Will you be back soon? Sonic asked.
I'll try, Sonic. I'll try.
Sonic tried to be happy with that answer. He curled up inside the chair; and tried to get to sleep.
He didn't understand everything... why he couldn't speak, why it was so hard to move. But, he did understand that Amy was gone.
He also understood that he had succeeded. He had said Amy's name. A small feeling of accomplishment grew in his chest and for the first time in three nights, he slept without nightmares.

"He got over there by himself? That's incredible"
"I know, doctor. He's more capable than we thought"
"Well, he had a motive. But still, ...this could be good and bad news"
Sonic's eyes stirred as he awoke; he heard the doctors talking about him. He wondered if, maybe, if he listened hard enough, they would say something about his condition.
"How so sir"
"He's suicidal! What if one day he gets up and walks over to the surgical equipment?" Said the doctor, shaking his head. "I'm afraid we'll have to restrain him"
"What about the therapy?" the nurse asked. The doctor nodded.
"Oh! Oh, of course he will be let out for that. We just have to keep him safe, you know"
Sonic was uncomfortable with what they were saying. Therapy? Restrain? Sonic didn't like the sound of that. He moved slightly in the chair he sat in, and realized his gloves and shoes were gone. Were they gone before he went to get the picture? Sonic didn't remember. "What happens when his injuries are healed?" asked the nurse. "He can't stay here- who will watch him then"
"They were going to take him to a mental institution before he came here. I assume that he'll go there. Neither of his friends have the experience needed to take care of him." Sonic was confused. He wasn't crazy. He was hurt; he did not want to live, but crazy? What exactly did the think he was going to do, kill someone? All the thoughts whirling in his head... it began to hurt. He held his head in his hands and moaned. These complicated thoughts had given him a terrible headache. That caught the doctor's attention. The brown-haired human kneeled down next to the blue hedgehog, looking him in the eye. Sonic glared back at him and flinched away, attempting to move deeper into the chair, away from this person. Sonic didn't know what to expect from them. The doctor reached out and shook Sonic's hand, smiling.

"Hello, there, Sonic the hedgehog." the doctor said. Sonic stared at him, confused. His tone of voice puzzled Sonic. It sounded like he was trying to be polite, but... his tone of voice was not unlike what a parent would use on a young child. "You aren't feeling well, are you?" he asked politely. Sonic glared. This person's kindness was not very convincing. He knew what love felt like; Amy had given him more love than anyone could rightly ask for. His friends had real kindness. This was different. This was strange. Sonic didn't know what to think of it. The doctor finally released Sonic's hand, and eyed the photo he clutched to his chest. He reached out and quickly snatched it from Sonic, looking it over. He attempted to take it back, but the nurse, who told him to calm himself, held him down. Sonic ignored her and glared at the doctor. "So this is that girl... the reason you ended up this way. I'm sorry to hear that. It's a pity." The doctor turned the photo around in his hands, looking it over carefully. Sonic scoffed under his breath. What did he expect to find? "You miss her, don't you?" the doctor asked, again using that quiet, talking-to-a-five-year-old voice. Sonic glared, and swiped a hand at the photo, attempting to grab it. However, due to his shaky movement, it did not work so well, and one almost couldn't tell he was reaching for the photo; maybe he was trying to punch the doctor. The doctor pulled Amy's picture away. "What's wrong?" he said, not understanding Sonic's actions. The hedgehog tried to say 'give it back!' but his voice... he reached for the photo, slowly this time, (it worked) and stammered the only word he knew how to say...

"A-my." Sonic half-mumbled, reaching out for the photo. "A-my." the doctor recoiled as if he had just been struck, and looked from the photo to the blue hedgehog before him in shock. He then quickly stood up, and spoke with the nurse.
"This is good. He's making progress. Tell the nurses to give him the appropriate sedatives, and of course bring the proper restraints over here. Wouldn't want him getting into anything sharp! Hopefully he'll do well at his therapy today, and then we can get him in for a scan to see if the damage to his nervous system is really that bad. Oh, and remember to keep"
Their words were lost on Sonic's ears, which refused to listen to what they said. Sedatives? Restraints? Damage to his nervous system ...was that why he couldn't move or speak? Sonic froze, and something clicked in his mind. Damage to nervous system... wasn't that just another way to say...

Mentally disabled?

Sonic gave out a shout and recoiled back, disbelieving. The nurse tried to calm him but Sonic refused to be silenced, he couldn't believe it! He couldn't be! How? Why? What had he done! Sonic's struggling slowed as he began to understand what had happened...

...Being underwater for so long, the... the lack of oxygen to his brain must have lead to the death of some nerve connections... making it harder to think and move and speak... but shouldn't that normally make him stupid as well? He shook his head in attempt to ease away his awful headache. He didn't understand. Apparently his thought process was fine, with the exception of awful headaches. Maybe only certain nerves were destroyed. Sonic again shook his head in disbelief and in attempt to drive out the pain. It couldn't be! He was Sonic The Hedgehog! He was supposed to be a hero, not some diseased weakling! He again lashed out in frustration, which startled the nurses, who immediately flinched away from him. The blue hedgehog barely managed to contain his tears, and blinked in a futile attempt to drive them back. He sighed shakily and looked up at the surrounding doctors.
Now he had two reasons to die.

FRESH FROZEN FISH FIASCO! ...My brain went crazy. Moo! Yeah, Sonic's hearing voices! Just like me! REVIEW! I am tired of getting only two or three reviews each chapter.