Hey I'm back again with another chapter! Thanks for the reviews on the last one, they made me really happy! Anyway, this chapter takes place in the guy's P.O.V. so you can get caught up on what happened to him during the time at the hospital. So please enjoy! Here it is, this one's long!

Chapter Three: Meeting Me

I burst through the Emergency entrance doors completely soaked to the bone from the downpour outside; the small girl bundled in my arms was wrapped in a blanket but was still shivering incessantly. I was in such a state of panic at the time that I could barely mouth out the words "help her" before I collapsed to my knees, tightening my grip around her frail body so she wouldn't slip out of my arms. Once I rediscovered my voice, my call reached every ear nearby.

"Help her! She needs help! Somebody! Anybody..."

My final word came out as more of a whimper. I started to become hysteric until a group of nurses rushed to my side, followed by two doctors. I stood up once more as the nurses tried to loosen my grip from around her silent form. I shakily said to them once more,

"...I need help..."

One nurse called over my voice to a few more hospital staff.

"Get a stretcher! We need a stretcher over here!"

I turned to the nurse that was closest to me.

"Will she be okay? Please tell me she'll be okay..."

"Stay calm, Sir. Just let us take care of it."

"But-"

"You'll need to wait here, Sir. You'll be able to see her when she wakes up."

They had begun to roll her away into a hallway, but I was not far behind. I just couldn't stand the idea of leaving her. I felt some sort of need or responsibility over her for some reason. I didn't know what was going to happen but I couldn't possibly leave without some reassurance of her safety. While lost in thought, a young doctor shouted,

"H-hey! Look, she's opening her eyes!"

I immediately snapped back to reality and pushed a few of the staff members as I rushed to her side.

"Can you hear me? C-can you speak? P-please say something! A-anything!"

Two nurses pulled me back, away from the stretcher and ordered me to go back to the waiting room as I saw a doctor lean in close to her with a small flashlight pointed in her eyes.

What do they think they're doing to her!

Her eyes began to flutter closed once more and it looked like she was about to lose consciousness again, yet the doctor was still questioning her.

"Can you hear me? Miss... Can you hear me? Blink once if you can hear me or not."

But she was gone. She wasn't responding at all. She looked kind of peaceful in a way. Everything around us was so rushed and loud and she was just laying there; silent, still and calm.

The nurse ordered me once again to go back and sit in the waiting room until further notice. I just continued to stand there as I witnessed them roll her away through double doors that were labelled "Operating Room". She was leaving me to go somewhere I couldn't follow. After a minute or two, I slowly made my back to the waiting room where I took a seat in the nearest chair I could find. I waited there in silence as a doctor walked by and stopped a few paces away before turning to face me.

"Are you alright? You're shaking quite a lot there."

"H-huh? Oh. Umm. Yeah- no. I mean I'm fine... I'm just... waiting."

"Well, I can see that. My God... You're drenched! Would you like me to get you a dry pair of clothing or a blanket or something? You mustn't stay like that. You do realize you're in a room full of sick people, right? Wait here. I mean just... don't change spots."

Where else am I gonna go?

Once she was gone, I looked up and observed the room I was in. There was an old man coughing in the corner that could have been mistaken for a homeless man since his clothes were all tattered and rather dirty. There was also a middle-aged woman sitting on the opposite end of the room, cradling a weeping child in her arms. She looked tired. I know how she felt. I'd been up since 6:00 A.M. Speaking of time; I pulled out my phone from my jeans pocket and was surprised to know I'd been able to stay awake for this long. The time read 12:34 A.M. It was going to be a long night.

xXx

I woke with a start to find the waiting room deserted. I also noticed that I had a blanket placed over my body. I didn't even remember dozing off. I smiled down at the blanket knowing that I must have been passed out by the time she returned with the blanket. If I spotted her again, I'd have to thank her. My clothes were semi-dry but the damp feeling was becoming slightly bothersome. It was getting uncomfortable sitting in the same position for so long and my legs had begun to cramp up. I removed the blanket from my body and placed it in the nest seat over. I stood up and my body immediately protested in soreness and major back pain. I started walking around the room to stretch my legs out and decided to check my phone again. It read 6:52 A.M. I walked over to the window and looked at the rising sun. It was a relaxing moment until I noticed the parking ticket in my car's windshield, a few feet from the door.

Shit! I forgot to move my car after I brought her in.

I went back to my seat to fold the blanket and place it neatly on the chair, then exited the building to move my car.

The ticket was for $58.00. I took it and shoved it in my pocket, then started the engine and parked my car properly. After I took out my keys, I sat there for a moment, thinking. What was I going to do? I couldn't just abandon this nameless girl at the hospital and pretend I never met her. Why did I suddenly feel some sort of obligation to this girl? I was so lost in thought that I completely forgot I was still inside my car when I should have been back in the waiting room; she might have woken up while I was having a discussion with myself. So I got out of the car and quickly made my way back into the hospital.

Luckily, I hadn't missed much. As it was now about 7:10 A.M., the waiting area had become a little more populated with old people and tired looking mothers with crying babies. I reclaimed my seat from before next to the folded blanket. After about five minutes of nervous boredom, I realized that I hadn't eaten in the last 12 hours; so once again, I got out of my seat and wandered the halls in search of a vending machine. I found one near the elevator, close to the place I last saw the girl, when she was in the stretcher and the doctors were escorting me away from her. I shook my head trying to distract myself from the reason I was still at the hospital.

I pulled out my wallet and put in $1.50 and pressed the code for a granola bar. I didn't even like granola bars but it was the only thing remotely close to breakfast while the hospital cafeteria was closed until 8:00 A.M. As I made my way slowly back to the waiting room, a doctor was scurrying down the hallway with her head down and nearly knocked me over when she crashed into me.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry about that! It's my faulty entirely, I-"

"It's alright, really! Haha, you're just in a hurry, I get it."

"Well not really, I mean i-it's not an excuse!"

"It's fine, okay? It was an accident."

"Thank you, Sir. You're very kind."

"Well, I hope you're not late for wherever you were headed to, haha."

"O-oh no! I can't be late, that's right! Well it was nice talking to you..."

"Sonic. The name's Sonic."

I couldn't help but notice the faint blush appearing on her face the more we spoke. I also couldn't ignore how cute she looked when she was nervous. It helped to calm me down and loosen up my nerves from the situation I was dealing with at the moment.

"So who might you be?"

"You want t-to know my n-name?"

"Yeah."

"I-its Dr. Fox- F-fiona, if you'd like!"

"Fiona, huh? That's a pretty name. Might we be able to talk again, sometime when you're less busy?"

"S-sure! I mean if you want... Here's my number..."

She proceeded to pull a business card out of her front coat's pocket and placed it in my hand. In that moment, I found myself smiling. It had been a while since I smiled truthfully. Maybe this was why this series of events played out. Maybe, this is why I had that near-accident yesterday night. I had come to realize that I was babbling inside my head and it was probably out of exhaustion and hunger. I unwrapped my granola bar and ate it within seconds; attempting to ignore the weird aftertaste it left lingering in my mouth. I sat back down in my regular chair and waited there patiently, occasionally glancing at my phone which only seemed to make the clock move slower. I didn't even know why I was even bothering to check the time; it's not like I was scheduled to be anywhere today. So I just waited... and waited... and waited and waited and waited until-

"Sir! Hey you, you're the one who's here for the anonymous patient that came in last night right? Good! Well I have I news; she's awake and she wants to speak to you, so just follow me!"

My heart began to pound and I started to become both excited and scared at the same time. Would she thank me for bringing her here, or yell at me for almost hitting her? Would she even remember what happened last night, or me for that matter? All the while, I was thinking this while following the very eccentric nurse to her room. This was the moment where I would find out who she was.

xXx

When I walked into the room, my chest tightened. Her ankles were both heavily wrapped in bandages and one of them had a brace on it. Her right arm was bandaged from a little above her elbow to the middle of her hand and there were small spots that were already displaying light red imprints from the inside. She was still bleeding from her wounds even after all this time. Her face was scratched up; one deep line scraped across her cheek, the rest were just little marks that intruded her skin. She looked very small under all of the bandages and wires that were poking into her. She was using a lot of effort jut to lift her cup of water, from the looks of it. I was still partially hovering near the door until the nurse told me it was safe to come in. I took my time; all the possible things she could say to me were coursing through my mind until she actually spoke.

"Hi."

Her voice was a bit raspy, probably because she was in pain. Every time she made the slightest movement, her face would cringe up. I felt really bad about the whole thing and it made me sad that I couldn't have prevented it from happening but I wasn't even sure why I was thinking this because I wasn't even the one who caused any of it, so why was I feeling like this? I remembered that she had spoken to me and that it was now my turn to say something back.

"H-hi. How are you feeling?"

"It's a bit painful to move, but Dr. Fox said that the pain would subside as soon as the meds kicked in."

Did she just say Dr. Fox? As in the woman that gave her number in hall before? Small world huh...

"O-oh. That's good. I hope you're not in too much pain, however."

"Not that much but I think it's gonna take some getting used to."

"Okay... Umm, so what's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh. It's Amy. Amy Rose. I found out only 30 minutes ago."

"Really? How so? I mean if you don't mind me asking."

"You can stop saying that, its fine. And well, where I was being held, where I escaped from, the man who was keeping me, used to call us all by nicknames. He used to call me Rose and-

"Wait, did you just say us? You mean there are more people that he's keeping?"

"...Yes... There are 3 more of them. He always wanted there to be four of us... and I guess that means that you can expect another girl to go missing any time now because I left."

She started to tear up as soon as she started talking about the possibility of another kidnapping. I understood right away that she was feeling guilty for escaping and I needed to let her know that she did the best thing she could have done.

"Hey, look. You cannot blame yourself for the things that that monster is doing. You did the right thing by escaping. Now you can help the police rescue those other girls and put that scumbag in prison."

"..."

She continued to whimper and sniffle as it was clearly and understandably a still very fresh subject that I think had been in the conversation enough for today.

"Listen. We won't talk about it anymore from now on. I mean we can talk about other things or I can leave if you wa-"

"Don't leave me! Promise me you won't leave me here alone!"

"I-I promise. I just thought that you might want to be alone for a while to process things. That's all. I wasn't going to leave the hospital unless you told me to."

"I've been alone all my life. Well for most of what I can remember. I was taken when I was six and most of my memory before my abduction was shot along with my sense of self. He made me forget who I was; he did that to all the girls! There was one lucky girl that had escaped when I was thirteen. She left in the middle of the night, just like I had, except... she didn't make it. "

"I'm so sorry. But h-how do you know? How are you sure she just didn't get picked up like you had by someone else?"

"Because the next morning, he brought her back... dead. I don't think that he's the one who killed her; I think she just died of the cold or maybe she fell and broke her neck or something."

"Oh my God, Amy! I'm so sorry you had to live through that. I promise he won't ever take you back there again. You'll be safe, don't worry."

"How can you make that promise? You just met me, why do you care so much?"

"Because I found you. And don't ask me why because I don't know why, but I feel responsible for you. I don't think it was just by coincidence that we met. I was there at that time because I was meant to save you. It's alright if you think I'm weird for saying that but I don't believe in coincidences. I think everything happens for a reason."

"I don't think it's weird. I'm happy that at least someone cares. I mean my mom didn't even care to look hard enough to find me."

"I'm sure that's not true. I'm sure she did her best to find you, you shouldn't think like that. If you do... you'll be letting him win and he won't even know it."

"You're right. But I still wish that she had found me. Maybe if she had tried harder then I wouldn't have had to live through that."

"Well I'm sure they'll notify her very soon that you're safe and sound in Mobius. Do you remember where you're parents lived?"

"I only lived with my mom; my dad had died before I was born. He was a soldier. And no, I can't remember where we had lived, although I'm guessing it was this city because according to Dr. Fox, I was born at this hospital. She's running tests right now to see if it really is a match or there was another Amy Rose born on November 18th 1996."

"So you're only 16. How could you have remembered your birthday but not your name?"

"Well he always made us celebrate our birthdays. He said it was always important to celebrate the little things in life. God he disgusted me."

"Well at least you don't have to celebrate your birthday with him anymore."

I tried to sound cheerful but I don't think I was succeeding in changing her mood. I didn't want her to feel bad about herself anymore. I was happy when she changed the subject.

"Hey, you never actually told me your name."

"Oh. It's Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog."

"You must be named after someone really fast if you were named after a speed setting."

"Actually, I'm the fast one; the fastest to be precise."

"Haha, sure."

"What, you don't believe me? I can prove it to you when you get out of here, if you want."

"Alright. Deal!"

It was the first time I heard her laugh and even smile. She looked better that way. The doctor came in just as we finished our conversation.

"Alright, Amy. Looks like you're a match for the Amy we found in the system. I-"

She stopped herself mid-sentence as soon as she saw me. She gave me a light smile and continued on.

"Sorry about that. I have also been able to get a hold of your mother's name as well. It is put down as Ms. Cherish Rose. I also spoke to a doctor on staff that knew her; she used to be known as Cherry."

"Used to? What do they call her now?"

Amy seemed to tense up at the mentioning of her mother and frankly I was a bit nervous as well. How is a mother supposed to react to her daughter suddenly being found after 10 years of disappearance?

"Umm, well you see, according to this person who knew her, after your disappearance, she kind of let go of everything and how about I go fetch this person right now because I'm not totally clear on the situation. I'll be right back."

"Yes. Do that."

Amy was snapping. She was scared, lonely, worried and tired and, as well as me, very confused. Just from what Dr. Fox said, I mean Fiona, it sounded like her mother had let go of life. I wasn't about to put these ideas in Amy's head but I got the feeling that she was thinking the same thing already. As a comforting gesture, I offered her my hand, which she quickly accepted and tightly held.

The doctor walked back in the room with a solemn look on her face as well as the nervous expression of the other woman she brought in with her.

"This is Dr. Grace Carrie. She and your mother were friends back in the day."

"Hi there, Amy. My God, you've grown since I last saw you. I'm so sorry about everything that happened to you. I-I'm glad you're safe now though. I suppose you want me to tell you about your mother and what's been going on for the last 10 years."

"Yes, that would be ideal."

"Well. I guess I'll start with when you had gone missing. Your mother gave everything to find you. She spent the next three years doing nothing but searching for you. Everyone thought that it was time for her to let go, but she didn't listen to a word they said. She quit her job and was living on welfare for about 3 years more. That woman went crazy looking for you. I can't tell you how many times she was escorted out of places or banned from places when she either went looking for answers or people to aid her in her search. After a while though, it was getting to be too much for her. She started second guessing herself and suspecting everyone around her. She even accused me of having something to do with your kidnapping. That was the last time I spoke to her. The last I heard she was held up in a psychiatric facility for the last 2 and half years. She got taken in after some sort of episode... she lost it completely when they reported on the news that there was some blood and footprints in a forest not too far from here, but they never found a body. They said they were able to identify that it was a girl between the ages of 12 and 15. I think that was the last of her hopes. That's when she got sent to that asylum. I can give you the address to the place if you want."

"Yes. I want the address. Maybe if she knows I'm alive, she'll... come out of it."

"That sounds like a good idea."

I had to say something to reassure her after that story about her mother. She was so young to be dealing with all of this. I mean I wasn't too much older than her, I was only 20, and picturing all that stuff happening to my own mom, if she was still alive, was a bit overwhelming. Amy had also let go of my hand. The woman took hold of it and just smiled at her. She was much older than Fiona, probably in her late 40s or early 50s. She had tears in her eyes from the story of her old friend who was no longer mentally on this planet. I felt bad for the both of them; and also her mom. If Cherish Rose was not able to recognize her own daughter, it would be so sad for her, and devastating for Amy.

"Have you ever gone to visit her?"

Amy's question was full of despair. Her mood had gone down the drain ever since the doctors had come back in the room; and I couldn't blame her. Today must have been one of the toughest days ever for her; well to be honest, I wouldn't know, I didn't know her.

"I did, once. About 8 months ago. I hadn't heard about her in a long time and thought that it would be nice to check up on her. It took a lot of courage to visit her after her accusations towards me but I pulled it together because of everything she had been through. The thing was, when I did actually see her that was it. She didn't speak and I had been told that she hadn't said one word since she got there. She had been noted to say stuff in her sleep but never while she was awake. It was so sad; I couldn't bear to go back again. It was too much for me to handle. But you... you might be able to spark something in her again, so I hope you do muster up the strength to go see her."

"I will. I want to see her again. I just wish that it was under different circumstances."

"Of course, dear. Well, I'm sorry to leave so abruptly but I have other patients to attend to. I'll see you later."

She while once again at her and then walked out of the room. Fiona also addressed her need to be with other patients and left us alone in the room together once more.

"So..."

"So... What do you want to talk about now?"

Her question brought some relief to me. She seemed to be handling the situation quite strongly. I could understand if she wanted to talk about something a bit more normal.

"I don't know. Maybe we shouldn't talk about your past so much anymore and talk about yourself."

"I think I'm pretty much done with talking about myself for the day. But it doesn't sound like a bad idea for you to talk about yourself. I mean, if you don't mind, that is."

"Hey, are you mocking me? Haha, okay. What do you wanna know?"

"How old are you?"

"I'm 20. Grew up here all my life, parents died in a car crash when I was 7, lived with my brother and sister ever since. What else?"

"O-oh. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked-"

"You didn't ask and its fine, it was a long time ago, I'm over it. My sister took care of me and my brother mostly and then about two years ago, she was able to send my brother off to university so we're all fine. Don't sweat it."

"Umm... okay. So, do you go to school?"

"Me? Oh, no. No, I finished I tried my hand at college, but... it didn't exactly work out."

"How come?"

"Umm, I don't know exactly. It wasn't making me happy and I wasn't really motivated, so I dropped out. I might consider going back later though, in a different subject."

"How old are you're siblings?"

"Sonia's 27 and Manic is 23."

"So you're the youngest, huh? I never had any siblings. It was kind of lonely, you know? I mean, from what I can remember, some of the other girls would talk about their families and I never really had much to say."

I could see her getting sad again, thinking of the others she left behind.

"Hey, I thought we agreed, no more talking about your past today."

"...Y-yeah, I know... but I just can't help feeling like I abandoned them."

"Listen to me. You did not abandon them. You freed yourself. And now that you're free, you can help free them and bring them home. You did not leave them behind."

Tears had begun to well up in her eyes and I thought that it was time for her to maybe get some more rest. I didn't want to leave her just yet though. She looked so fragile... and she was; on the outside and inside too.

"Look, Amy. I think it's maybe time that you got some rest. You're body and mind need rest in order for you to heal properly. But don't worry; I'll be here when you wake up. I'll be right here."

"But- Alright."

She nodded slightly and I got up out of my seat and partially closed the curtains to her room, letting in only a little light. I then walked out of her room and closed the door quietly. I proceeded to walk out of the room only to bump into Fiona again.

"Oh! Hi again, I was just going to check on Amy. And uh, isn't it kind of a weird coincidence that I'm your friends doctor?"

"Oh, she's not my- I mean, yeah, it's quite a coincidence. And I think she just fell asleep, so I'm about to head home for a shower."

I just smiled at her and decided not to explain our entire situation. She was batting her eyelashes and she looked so adorable while doing so, I just blurted out,

"Would you like to go for a coffee, when you're not busy?"

"I'd love to! And I was about to check on Amy right before I went for my break so is now good?"

"Sure, it's perfect."

So she led the way to the cafeteria where we made small talk over badly brewed coffee and stale muffins. I liked her though. She was smart, sweet and she made me laugh, even through this bitter situation.

"Oh, damn. I'm sorry, I'm being paged, I have to go! We really should do this another time."

"Y-yeah! Of course, catch ya later!"

And like that I was alone once again. I got up and weaved my way through the now crowded hospital hallways to the exit and got into my car. It took me 20 minutes to get home. I then had a long, hot shower and plopped on my bed. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Today had been such a weird day.

Alright, so what do you think of that? I like the friendship that's developing between Amy and Sonic. Amy's past is really intense as well, and what do you think of Sonic turning on the charm for Fiona Fox, huh? Let me know in the reviews, please, it helps a lot! Btw, thank you to everyone who continually read this fanfic! It highlights my day to see how many views I get! See you soon!

-Dark Rose