Author's Notes: Well, I have decided to continue this using a paper I found that I finally remembered writing only a year ago. Like before, I made several revisions to the original, and I hope you review to give me more ideas. Please enjoy :3

His eyes tore themselves open.

The cold was now replaced with a heat that hung so delicately around the room. It wrapped around his bruised and bloodied body so wonderfully, it caused a shaky sigh to escape from his chapped, cold lips.

Though the new warmth calmed his body, it was still far from completely healed. The red and black hedgehog sat himself straight ever so carefully. The room he occupied was a golden color.

There's a fire nearby, he thought quickly while his scarlet eyes scanned his surroundings. Wait, he began to mull over the events prior to his waking, how did I manage to end up in this room?

His thoughts were soon broken by the sound of footsteps originating just outside of the door. The door opened to reveal a female grey and black wolf. The Ultimate Life Form's brow arched in a bemused fashion at the sight of the foreign newcomer.

Did she save me? He thought suddenly. Impossible, He dismissed. She's too weak.

The wolf swallowed hard as she made her way towards the mysterious red and black hedgehog.

Why did I have to allow myself to show pity towards a man as intimidating looking as him? She bit her lip nervously as she placed a tray of food on the table beside the bed where he sat. He seems so anti-social. She attempted to pry her emerald eyes away from his dominant scarlet glare, but to no avail.

The male hedgehog made a quiet grunt; the wolf understood that to be a "thank you." She nodded, and quietly, as well as quickly, left the room. The hedgehog studied the meal in front of him curiously. On the plate were two large slices of cooked ham, two sweet rolls, peas, mashed potatoes, and a glass of fruit juice. His stomach ached viciously at the scent of the food, and he could feel his mouth salivating in starvation.

Grudgingly, he cut himself a piece and began to eat. Surprisingly, he found the meal to be mediocre, but very good in comparison to the dishes he had eaten in the past. She returned several minutes later to find the food completely gone. She smiled inwardly as she collected the plates. As she did so, she noticed his wounds leaking, and the blood staining the bandages with a dark crimson color.

The wolf rushed with a quick speed out the room, placed the plates away, and returned to the patient with a white box. She placed the box directly in front of the wide-eyed hedgehog.

"Please, let me dress your wounds."

The male hedgehog looked at her apprehensively. Never had he trusted anyone with his life, yet here was a complete stranger who truly wanted to save it. Knowing this, he neither agreed, nor declined.

Mistaking this action for a "yes" the female wolf gingerly made her way towards him. She gently unwrapped the bloodied bandages, and tossed them aside. She swiftly placed the new bandages around his chest.

The silence throughout her actions was beginning to gnaw at his nerves. Normally the hedgehog treasured the rare moments of silence he received ever since he became a sort of ally towards whom he called "Faker," but this wolf's shy and delicate demeanor was more than annoying compared to the boisterous people he associated himself with.

"My name is Shadow," he finally murmured to break the silence he deemed irritating.

This gesture completely took the female wolf off guard. Her eyes widened as she peered into his scarlet eyes. She tore herself away from those eyes to finally finish dressing his wounds. She sat cautiously on the edge of the bed that the hedgehog known as Shadow was recovering on.

"My name is Lova," the wolf smiled slightly, and held out her hand towards him.