I'm extremely sorry for that epic fail in the end where I wrote next instead of neck. *hits herself*I didn't notice it until to late. I'll try to fix it though.

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OK! This is the one thing you really have to read, for those who think this story is confusing, it's suppose to be, if it wasn't confusing I wouldn't have written it because I fail at doing things normal people would. If you hadn't noticed already, this story will have some future moments, then transition back to the past, it's my style!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic nor Amy, or else they'd have a show called upside-down :D

When You Turned My Life Upside-Down

Chapter 4: Sonic to the Rescue

I think I must have hit my head or something by the throbbing in that area. I let out a groan of pain as I open my eyes, a sudden cold feeling hits my body and I look down. I'm in my panties, no shirt, no bra, no pants, only my underwear. For some reason, I feel untouched.

I feel scared as I hear a male grunt then a thud. There's mild cursing in the background but I just feel so horrible that nothing really registers. The thing that makes me snap slightly back into the world of the living is the sound of police cars.

"Ames?" I hear a voice call, I know that voice. "Ames?" It calls again, strong arms wrap around my body. "Ames, are you okay?" I know that voice, it's your voice, but a bit shaky, you hug me more tightly this time, I feel some type of liquid slowly trickling down onto my skin under my short fur.

"Sonic?" I ask, before opening my eyes the rest of the way. You smile and start planting kisses, all mover my forehead and muzzle.

"Thank god you're alright," You bring me in for a hug, "You're not hurt right? No cuts, no bruises? Did he touch you? I tried to get here as fast as possible when I heard you scream."

"I screamed?" I ask a bit confused, but you must have not heard me because you just picked me up. There was a lot of cameras at the other side of the small ally. I saw that my clothes were ripped to shreds the moment you picked me up. You put your hand against my back until my chest touched yours, probably in attempt to hide me from prying eyes. You pushed you way though the small crowd of cameras and questions, saying no comment every once in a while. Once out of the crowd you burst off into full speed, passing by my house.

I'm not sure where you're taking me, but whatever. You slowly enter the doors of a small quaint house in the middle of the forest, placing me down on my feet. Slowly you circle around me as if checking for any cuts or bruises.

"Are you alright?" You finally say, your eyes finally meeting mine.

"Yeah," I respond softly. I can't tare my gaze away from yours then you eyes travel downward. I watch as your hand slowly reaches out to touch my stomach. It hurt so I cringed in pain.

I watch as you look at me horrified. You run into another room and come back with a blue sweatshirt. You put it on me and it reaches just above my knees. You pick me up yet again and run out of the house to the hospital.

I can't help but feel upset as I look at your worried face the entire way there, it bothers me. But then again, you did make the promise that you'd never leave me, and you haven't… yet.

We make our way into the emergency wing of the hospital. Why? I have no clue, but by the look on your face I can tell there's something wrong. You place me down in a chair and walk casually up to the front desk. Then you start to yell, the receptionist yells back. You slam some money on the table and say something I can't quite hear. Sounded like a threat to me though.

You walk back over here with a smile and sit down next to me, "Did he touch you?"

You asked that question before, but I failed to answer it. I looked down into my lap.

"Did he touch you?" You repeated placing an arm around me.

"I don't think so," I say quietly. You sigh in relief, as if that was the answer you wanted. I closed my eyes, then I feel something warm press against my cheek. I opened my eyes to realize they were your lips.

"I'm so glad you're okay," You whisper into my ear. My name is called and you help me up, we walk into one of the hospital rooms. I'm looking around the room and you take off the sweatshirt you put on me earlier. You then place one of the hospital gowns on me and tie it in the back. I move to lay down but your arms wrap around me pulling me back until my back hits your chest.

"I'm never going to leave you alone," You whisper into my ear before kissing it, "never…"

I can't help but smile, and lean against you. I still love you, I really do. I love to feel your strong arms wrapped around me. I love the tickle of your breath hitting my ear. I love your eyes. I love your voice. I love the way you hold me when you run. I fucking love YOU, everything about YOU. I can't emphasize on that anymore then I already have. I don't know if I could love you anymore.

Why is it that only now I can feel this way? Maybe it's because this is the first time you've treated me like this in a while. The first time you've held me in weeks, the first time you've kissed me in months… The first time you've loved me in years.

Could I ask for more?

Yes.

Will I ask for more?

No.

Just knowing that you're there brings me to life. It starts me up when I'm down. That's when I hit my sudden realization. Your hand slowly moved up. I close my eyes and make no protest in you doing this. It brushes lightly against my chest and then you leave it there. Why did you leave it there? I turn my head around to see your face and you remove your hand. When I look at you questioningly, you blush.

You're such an idiot at times. Only when it's just you and me touch me, kiss me, or whatever.

They're running tests on me now as I lay in the bed, my hand being held lightly by yours. It's taking hours but the main focus is my stomach. That's when my world comes crashing down… the baby… my baby, could be hurt.

My breathing increases and you hold my hand tighter and smile. The doctor soon tells me not to worry and they made me take some medicine that makes me fall asleep or something. I don't really know what happened while I was knocked out, but when I woke up, I felt at least a pound lighter.

"Amy?" Your voice rings, I open my eyes to see you. Your eyes are tear stained, you're holding something in your arms. Something small wrapped in a towel. You let me see what it is. A small red hedgehog, eyes closed, not moving, not breathing.

My eyes widened and I felt them starting to rim with tears. I reach out and you hand the small child to me. I start to cry, my baby, he's dead.

"His leg was broken… They tried to save him," You say wiping some tears from your eyes. I can't stand it, I hand you back the baby before bursting in tears, I yell something about never seeing that child again, then the doctor comes in and takes him away.

You get up and lay down next to me in the bed. I grab onto you and cry into your chest, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

Wow, talk about depressing. I hated killing off a character, but I felt as if a baby wasn't needed in Amy's life. Though it makes things a bit harder when it comes to writing this, I think it adds a good twist. I have a question now, and this will confuse you even more! ^^

Q: Why does Amy have a baby in the future if this one died?

A: I'm not telling! (it'd ruin the story)

You can answer this by sending me a message or writing a review.

Any errors? Point them out and you get a FREE hug :D