Hooray! Im writing! And readers are reviewing! Im so happy! Also, everyone in this fic wears clothes, but Im not going through what everyone wears, because nobody really cares whether Sonic was wearing a red or green shirt.
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. . . Sonic. . .
"What do youmean dying?" he asked in horror. I wanted to smack myself. I just told Tails about Amy, while he was down, and worse, I told him he could be next! I let out a sigh, I had better give him the details of the unfortunate news.
"Tails..." I pondered how I could tell him without shattering him, "Amy, she is sick... it came from having sex... she's got one year to live... she could have transferred the disease to you and Shadow...". I was struggling to put my words into a manner which would not hurt so much. I didn't seem to be doing well.
Tails was shocked and hurt, but remained placid. He simply gazed at the ground as if in deep thought. He took the news surprisingly well, despite the fact in one year or less, he could be gone.
"Could we go to the hospital? I want to get a test for the disease.",Tails asked. I nodded, and we set out for the hospital.
As we wordlessly drifted towards the hospital, Tails remained calm. He simply kept his hands in his pockets and walked alongside me. I wondered, what would I do without him? Who would keep me company? Who would give me advice when it was needed? Tails broke my thoughts and silence when he told me,
"Sonic, Im sorry."
"For what?" I asked, puzzled.
"For not valuing my life more. When I cut, I could have died, and that was selfish of me, so Im sorry. Im sorry for putting you through this."
"Tails, don't worry. Im not mad at you. It was a stupid choice, but I know you've learned your lesson, you won't do it again."
The silence began once again.
We arrived at the hospital, to find Shadow leaving. Not a word was exchanged between any of us. Both Tails and I were angry with Shadow, and he knew it. He must have heard the news as well, since he did not look as though he was ill or hurt.
Tails and I stepped through the door, and sat down on a chair in the waiting room. The waiting room had the usual hospital white walls, with a single potted rubber plant in a corner of the room (rubber in case somebody had allergies). The chairs all had a wood frame, with gray cushions. The receptionists were all sitting at desks at the opposite side of the room from the chairs.
"Mr. Prower? The doctor is ready to see you now!" a nurse called. We both arose and followed her to the hospital room.
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I know, I only write short chapters. Im not sure whether Tails will have the disease yet or not. I have writer's block with this story right now. Be sure to review and check out my other story (especially if you like yaoi)