It's been a few hours since Sonic fell asleep, aka since Sonic gave Amy his disappointment speech. Amy decided to just make some chicken noodle soup and serve ginger ale to be prepared when he woke up.

"uuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUGHHHHHH RAGHHHH MY INSIDES ARE ABOUT TO EXPLODE!"

...which he is now woken up.

"SOMEBODY GIVE ME A KNIFE. MY TIME HAS COME. I CAN NOT DEFEAT THIS PAIN!"

Amy did a slight giggle as she got ready to serve Sonic his dinner. She also grabbed two Tylenol pills, hoping his stomach pain would ease down a bit. "Don't worry, Sonic, I have something for you."

She didn't hear him make any sounds after that, except for a few coughs. Once she entered his room, you saw Sonic sitting on his bed while folding his arms with a narrowed, stern face. He seemed to be pouting and unhappy. But then his nose got the best of him and started to sniff. "Is that chicken noodle soup?" he asked with his raspy voice leaving his sick throat. His nose was still sniffing for the food.

"Yes, it is! I'm surprised you can smell it, being sick and all."

"A stuffed nose doesn't stop this hedgehog. GIMME!" his arms were in front of his face, signaling desperation for food due to his hunger.

"Nuh-uh, you only get this after you apologize for being rude to me earlier," Amy smirked.

"NO way. I still don't exactly like that you're here but you might as well be of use and serve me."

"wuh-what? Ex...excuse me? SERVE you?!"

"Sheesh, well, yeah. What else could you be good for?" Sonic added with another cough.

Amy couldn't even respond to the rudeness that she just heard. Did he say all she was good for was SERVING? She was here because she offered NICELY to take CARE of him, but to say to serve him and that's all she was good for, she felt very out of place. "Sonic, that is so incredibly SEXIST of you!"

"Do you want me to get better or not? Hand over the soup, lady!" It was Sonic's turn to smirk. He clapped his hands as if he was ordering her around.

Amy grunted, feeling incredibly embarrassed, but she still cared about the hedgehog...therefore, she listened. "You better clean up you're act, you should thank me for me even being here," she added while handing him his soup and ginger ale.

Sonic was acting like a hungry little puppy because he had his tongue out while drool was seeping from it. His eyes were widened, but why was he going crazy over soup? Not like they were chili dogs. Sonic grabbed his tray and laid it over his legs. He then wasted no time and picked up the spoon to feed himself.

"Wait, it's still really-"

"JESUS CHRIST ON RUBBER CRUTCHES!" Sonic screamed as he, on instinct, threw the spoon in the air and throwing the entire tray onto the floor, whilst little drops of the soup hit Amy's leg. She let out a little screech while Sonic was screaming his head off due to the burning sensation of the soup that hit his tongue.

"...hot..." Amy finished.

"Ughhhhhh, you couldn't say that EARLIER?! WHAT GOOD ARE YOU?" Sonic shrieked while falling to the floor as he began crawling to retrieve the spilt ginger ale. Most of it was obviously gone, but he didn't care if he got a drop out of it. His tongue was burning, he was going insane for any amount of cold liquid. "This shit BURNS!"

"I'm sorry! I'll go get you some water!" Amy ran down the stairs at super sonic speed in hopes that at least this favor would calm him down. She got cold water and put ice cubes in the cup and ran back up stairs. As she ran in the room, much to her dismay, she tripped on the rug which caused the glass cup to fly off her hands and hit Sonic on the head. This also caused the water to fall from the cup, soaking Sonic in the process. So not only did he have a burnt tongue, but he now has a painful bruise on his head and is soaking wet.

"BLARGHHHH WHY DID YOU GET WATER ON ME?! HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD I'M MELTING, I'M MELTINGGGGGGGGGG" Sonic threw his hands up in the air in defeat. He doesn't like being in water, remember?

"Ugh, how the hell do you take a shower then? It's just water."

"SHUT UP!"

"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!"

"Ugh, you couldn't even get me STUPID water for my satan tapped tongue..."

"Satan tapped?"

"I'M SAYING MY TONGUE IS BURNING. Damn Amy, you can't even get a joke."

Amy clenched her fist while fighting the urge to scream, holler, and curse back at him. She is still telling herself that Sonic is only being rude because he is sick, even though he is sure not acting like he is. "Maybe you should just stop talking. The more you talk, the more you are straining your throat. Have you been taking any medicine? Also...what exactly are you sick with?"

Sonic sat up from the floor and just stared at Amy with a rather annoyed look. "Why should I say anything, not like you can help. You have been doing a terrible job." Suddenly, Sonic grabbed the bucket that was nearby his bed and began puking. She instantly smelled the horrible scent as she sat next to him, patting his back to help him release his vomit. She was even nice enough to hold up his quills a bit so it wouldn't get in the way. She took a glance at him and saw tears forming from his eyes. Either that was the reaction from him vomiting, or he is slightly embarrassed that someone other than Tails is witnessing this.

"So, not only do you have an upset stomach, you have nausea?"

Sonic answered by vigorously puking some more. It took a lot for Amy to not want to throw up herself, but she has taken care of individuals many times, despite her clumsy act with the glass full of water.

"Hmm...not to go into too much detail...but do you have diarrhea as well?"

Sonic just ignored her question. He just composed himself after throwing up and said, "I think you should go, I can take care of myself."

"No, you clearly need medicine-"

"NO MEDICINE!" He shouted. Amy was a bit taken back, but now she understood why he wasn't responding to her questions. He was trying to avoid medicine at all costs. That does sound like Sonic though, being prideful and all.

"Looks like someone needs some Pepto-Bismol," she responded with a wink.

"No SCREW that I don't need-" and so continued Sonic's puking. As he was puking, his ears drooped down. Now Amy knows Sonic feels embarrassed.

"Yes you do, stop being immature. Medicine will make you better, I promise!"

"No, I don't WANT it. Medicines are for babies and for anyone that can't handle sickness! I CAN HANDLE ANYTHING!"

"You aren't doing a very good job...with you complaining and all." Amy pretty much understood what Tails meant by Sonic being a handful now.

Sonic went to stand up but he instead, accidentally, knocked over the bucket of vomit. He fell back on the floor, with the pile of vomit following him. As it splattered all over him and the floor, he stayed laying there feeling sticky and just threw his head back screaming. "IT SMELLS LIKE A FUCKING BABY PROSTITUTE! AMYYYYYYY, CLEAN IT!" He whined. "It's sticky like the stupid honey from Winnie The Pooh's JAR!"

"Dear god...help me, for it is only the first night with him..." Amy thought with aggravation. Looks like taking care of Sonic truly wasn't going to be cute after all.

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