Hello everyone. Here is chapter two. There is no sexual assault in this chapter. Hopefully a trigger-free chapter, there are mentions of hospitals. If you are reading this and would like me to warn you about certain things, send me a PM and I will be sure to add it in beforehand. Thank you all for reading. Enjoy.

Amy's body fell from the wall when the chains that held her up had been cut. Her head dropped, her spine was not able to support the weight of her head and limbs, and her body fell towards the floor. Almost immediately, she was caught as she fell and lifted up. Some hands held her sides, some on her legs, and others holding up her arms. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an orange lift bed being carried down the stairs by people who were hurtling themselves toward the hedgehog. She was placed on the bed as gently as the paramedics could. When they carried her and the bed up the stairs, Amy was finally able to get a look at herself after four years that she had been immersed in the dark. The fur on her arms was coated with dried blood, and the clasps that still held tight to her wrists dug in and rusted closest to her skin. Her skin looked purple from marks of bruises and filth.

She was drawn out of it when a worker lifted up her head and slid a mask over her face. The area just in front of her lips was washed in a cool air flow that was being pumped from somewhere inside the ambulance. Her head tilted to the side, and her eyes started to roam. There were families of Mobians gathered on front porches, some with their phones out, recording. There was one neighbor across the street who was holding two small children, sobbing as she looked on at the scene. Her eyes wandered down the areas of the body that she could see, and she became aware that she was still very naked in public.

A loud boom sounded from the other direction. Amy forced her head to turn the other way, sending her into a state of dizziness. One of the paramedics got down to her level and spoke in a voice that rang throughout her ears, "We are giving you some anesthesia. We want you to be as comfortable as possible on the way to the hospital, okay? Someone grab a blanket!"

Amy blinked in response, almost not getting her eyes open again. Everything around her turned blurry and soft. She closed her eyes again, letting herself drift off in a wave of calamity.

"Amy?"

The pink hedgehog used all her strength at that moment to rip her eyes open to see the one who just spoke her name. The voice was deeper than she had ever heard it, but she knew exactly who it belonged to. A paramedic stepped out of her line of view and she locked eyes with Sonic. He and the whole scene around him were blurry, but she could still make out the policemen who were holding him back from reaching her.

One of the paramedics turned her head back to look straight up into the clouds. It wasn't sunny outside at that moment, and the blanket that got tossed over her body made her aware that she hasn't been warm in months. All around her was screaming and wild, unorganized commotion.

She opened her mouth and her eyes fell shut.

Amy woke up to a slew of different sounds resonating in her ear, none of which could tell her what was happening. All the lights above her head merged together to form a string of white. She shut her eyes, trying her best to stay awake, in a battle against the drugs that were pumped into her body.

Loud mechanical shrieks, beeps, and buzzers filled her head. She tried to shake off all the noise, but her head was held in one place with a brace, holding her to the bed.

Her eyes crept open and were flooded with intense light, stunning her and forcing her eyes to close again. Am I at the hospital? She thought, I'm safe now?

She pulled her wrists up, only to be held back by padded cuffs, no longer digging into her wrists but still holding her down to the bed. She let out a little whimper and cautiously opened her eyes again. She tried to reassure herself, I'm safe. I'm safe, he can't get to me. In between her feet at the end of the hall was the blue figure of one of her best friends, staring on in shock, mouth agape. Another figure came around the corner and clung on to Sonic, loud sobs coming from her. She looks so much taller, Amy thought.

The spinning in her head quickened its pace as the bed she was on was spun around another corner by the nurses. The bed rolled to a smooth stop before the commotion around her started to pick up again. She felt everything all at once; sharp objects pricked all over her body; someone had slipped an oxygen mask over her face, forcing her to take deeper breaths. The oxygenated air calmed her down; she hadn't had fresh air since the night she was taken.

"I'm almost home! I'll see you tomorrow Cream. Tell Vanilla I said good luck on her date!" Amy chirped with happiness.

She clicked the red "end-call" button on her phone. She had just gone out to the store, shopping for a few extra supplies to make the centerpiece meal for tomorrow's Hero's Day party. This year, it was Amy's turn to host the dinner. Every year the team came together, no matter where they ended up that year, to celebrate in their own little way while the rest of the town honored them and everything they have done to help save the day from Eggman.

After a few months of Eggman being placed in jail after his last attempt to destroy the world, he was found dead in his cell, hunched over on the floor. The cause of death was internal bleeding from a fight he reportedly had earlier that week. While they didn't feel good celebrating his death, it allowed the gang a chance to live a normal teenhood, school and friends became their main priority.

Amy reached her doorstep, she was eager to get back to her house; she had left the stove on to save time while she went shopping. She figured it would be fine, she was there for less than ten minutes.

Amy grabbed the key out of her pocket, juggling the two paper bags she carried and the silver key. She had almost removed it from the labyrinth of rips that were pre-made on the pocket of her jeans. Without warning, something struck the female hedgehog in the back of the head, knocking her out cold.

Around the pink hedgehog was an army of nurses, barely trying to be delicate with her. Her body felt numb. She could still feel the pricks and pokes of them drawing blood and pricking her finger, but she had no physical control over her limbs or muscles. The only thing she could remember how to do was breathe. A patient's dress now covered her body. There was an IV attached somewhere along her forearm, she couldn't see if it was in her wrist or the tuck of her elbow, but with her peripheral vision she followed it up to the bag of fluids. Her ears rang as the voices around her became less cluttered.

"She's lost a lot of blood. Signs of sexual assault are present. She needs substance. Find a match with her blood type. AB. We need to put her under so that her body can have time to heal."

She suddenly felt like her blood was being drained, rushed away from her head like something was sucking it out of her. With her last bit of consciousness, she saw one of the nurses put her hand up to her face and she couldn't see anything anymore.