I appologize for the lack of udates. I'm very, very, sincerely, ultimately sorry. Feel free to throw fish at me. I promise to be a little faster on the updates from now on.

And now I have over ten reviews to respond to. Let's see if I can make it before they start getting just plain lazy.

Blueblur: Tank you for all of the reviews! They inspired me to update! And I'm talking to everyone, here! If it wasn't for all of the reviews,I sincerely wouldn't have upated! (cough-as fast!-cough) Thanks, everyone!

Sonica the hedgefox: Glad you liked it! Thanks for reviewing, and make sure to look out for updates on my other stories this week!

Tierra: Wow. I must be getting these reviews because of the C2. Anyway, thank you for all of the reviews! I agree that it would have been kinder to haveSonic die rather than have any of this happen to him, but then again I don't have a history of being nice to Sonic, now do I?

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Pie: Yay! This story is on your favorites! I read you bio, so I guess that means this story actually suceeds in paring Sonic up with Amy and torturing Sonic!

Treasure: Me? Evil? Naaah! ... (cackled evilly)

Isu: you wrock! Why? Because you do! Whoot!

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...I am NEVER doing that again!

"Sonic? Are you paying attention?" Asked the therapist politely, pressing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. The young man stared down at Sonic, who was taking no interest in the words and sentences he was supposed to be trying to say. The blue hedgehog stared at the ground, his thoughts blurred and uncertain. He had stopped attempting to focus his thoughts when he discovered his own disabilities. He wished that he could die on command- just wish himself away, back into Amy's arms. What was so wrong with that?

"Sonic, please... " the psychiatrist pleaded, pointing to the piece of paper that held the sounds he was supposed to by trying to say. There was short u, long u, bird, short a, long a...

Amy. Like in Amy. Sonic buried his face in his elbow and sighed shakily. There were no more tears left, and Sonic did not feel like crying.

An hour after he had woken up, he had been taken to this small room, and asked to try and pronounce the sounds and words by his therapist/psychiatrist, Mr. Phillips.

"Sonic- ...I'm sorry. I know what it's like to loose someone, okay?" The therapist declared, shaking his head, which again made his glasses fall down his nose. He pushed them back up, and stared over at the blue hedgehog. Sonic stared back up at him in return, unbelieving. How could someone so happy possibly have gone through the same experience? Sonic scoffed under his breath and looked away. Mr. Philips stared down at the hedgehog with something between pity and distress. "Amy won't be gone forever, Sonic. She would never leave you forever. You'll see her again, don't rush it. You can only make the best of the time you have left before you see her again." He explained. Sonic stared up at him with surprise. That made sense, but... could he wait that long? It hurt too much. He tried to force his memories away from the few times he had been held by Amy, had his quills petted and been sung to sleep. If his memories lingered to those innocent moments, he would be shattered when comparing it to the present.

"Now please, at least try to say these words."

It frustrated Sonic. They knew that he wasn't capable of this. Why did they ask so much? He curled up, with difficulty, and rested his face in his knees. Sonic didn't understand. Even if he could do these things, which he couldn't, what difference did it make? He would never be the same again. Amy would never come back again. He had heard the doctors, whispering, trying to make sure he didn't hear. They always said how sad it was, how he might never improve, how he would never run or talk again.

The most that could be expected from him were a few sounds and a few motions. It's what they all said.

Sonic wished that he didn't believe them. Sonic wished that there were some simple way to end all of his problems. But there wasn't...

...Or was there?

Sonic looked around the room. He had no way to injure himself in this place to the extent of death. He sighed shakily and looked to the letters. Why did this happen to him? What had he done besides loving someone? Besides missing someone? Was that so wrong?

Couldn't they just let him die?

He began to question every value and heroic ambition that had ever been adopted into his heart. They were nothing but fantasy now, half-baked dreams about sunshine and perfection in a world that was anything but. This wouldn't have happened to him if he hadn't burrowed himself into those illusions of fame, glory and heroism.

He was sick of being a hero.

"Sonic!" The man nearly shouted, startling Sonic from his trance of self-pity. "You brought this upon yourself because you didn't want to live. Obviously, it was not your time!" He argued. Sonic was surprised. Was that true? Was it more than a cruel action of god, more than just an outlet of the fates' frustration? "Now you can either accept that, try to understand that it means you lived for a specific reason; that there's something left for you to do, or keep moping like a pathetic infant!" He nearly snapped.

Sonic, in his weak emotional state, cried slightly at the person's harsh tone. But he pondered their words. Was that true? Did all this happen for a reason? Was he meant to live? And if so, for what? What was there left to live for? He certainly couldn't fight Eggman anymore...

...What else was there? After Amy was dead?

He stared up at the psychiatrist with is tear-blurred eyes, and nodded as best as he could to verify he partially understood. Mr. Phillips sighed in relief and sunk back into his chair, again pushing up his glasses.

"I'm sorry that I yelled at you. I was just sick of seeing a person like you... Sonic the hedgehog... moping like that. I had to snap you out of it." He explained. Sonic nodded, loosening some more tears, which rolled down his cheek and neck. The therapist sighed and gave Sonic a pat on the shoulder, then holding up one of the flash cards.

"Just try, Sonic. What's the worst that could happen?"

Sonic looked up at the card.

"B- bir-" Sonic struggled with the new sounds, staring up at the clearly labeled 'bird'. Why was it so hard! Why had this happened to him! He broke down, and continuously sobbed. " ...A-Amy!"

Phillips sighed in pity, but could not drive himself to be angry at the hedgehog. At least he had tried.

"There there. It'll get easier, just give it some time."

Sonic's sobbing continued, but inside, he made a decision.

He would try harder from now on.

Meanwhile, back at the homestead...

"I'm really uneasy about it. It's terrible, and it happened so easily. What's stopping something like that from happening to us?" Knuckles said, munching on a banana. Hey, he likes fruit, right? What's wrong with that?

"Of course it's terrible. Its Sonic. You know how he is... he loves to run, he loves to be free, he loves to be with Amy... he can't do anything anymore." Tails pouted. "What horrid god would do this to him? He didn't deserve any of this." The young kitsune stammered, hands trembling.

"There is no god, Tails." Growled Shadow. "And this is proof. If there was a god, Amy wouldn't be dead and Sonic wouldn't be hurt. It's that simple."

"It's not simple at all!" Knuckles argued. "There were a thousand factors that lead to what happened. Maybe if sonic didn't go on the mission? Maybe if Eggman hadn't made the bomb? Maybe if Amy had survived, then-"

"Whoa, Whoa... Say that again." Said Tails, standing up and looking rather excited, like he suddenly got an idea. Knuckles stared at him oddly.

"There were a thousand-"

"After that!" Tails said, running to grab his coat. Knuckles looked to the ground, then at Shadow, confused. The black hedgehog shrugged as to verify that he had no clue either.

"Maybe if Amy had survived, the-" Knuckles and Shadow's eyes widened, and then they looked over at tails in shock " ...Tails!" Knuckles shouted as the young kitsune started out the door. He quickly turned back and said to his comrades,

"I have an idea!"

The truth is out! ..Or is it?

"Yes, it is."

Oh. Okay then. Tails has a plan. What kind of plan is it? Does anyone care? Will I get more than 14 reviews for next chapter? Tune in next time or I'll go even insaner!

"That's not a word."

Oh, shut up, Shadow!