Still trapped in the circus tent, Shadow the hedgehog seemed physically calm in his usual way. However mentally he was repeating the words chaos control but to no avail. Nothing seemed to work. Tapping his fingers impatiently on the couch's armrest, he supported his cheek in his cupped hand. Why won't it work? At this point, the dignified hedgehog was not sure how much longer he could listen to the bratty kid go on about how he thought he died and was glad that he had returned or even the pink hedgehog's concern over her disappeared boyfriend. The fact that neither left the room was the whole reason why he was sick of their presence. It was bad enough that his locked powers and weakness forced him to sit through this or even worse, lie down through it all. Pulling the pillow out from under him, he covered his highly sensitive ears. If there was ever a time that I regret hearing everything, now would be that time.
Gritting his teeth, he obtained high hope that the whole room would just can it for the rest of the afternoon but that would be wishful thinking. Amy then stopped feeling sorry for herself when she noticed that he was still not enjoying himself. Not even the slightest smile would show. Maybe there is something that could be done to cheer him up. I wonder what he likes. She then recalled the injury over his eye and left to enter the kitchen.
The male hedgehog watched her curious about why she was going on about her boyfriend and then got up and left shutting up. As thankful as he was that there was added silence, curiosity was getting the better of him. Chris noticed him shifting out of his seat and of all things crawling on his knees and using any nearby furniture to make his way to the kitchen. Being high speed, he was somewhat able to approach it at a healthy speed. The only flaw was it was his injuries made it an average human's speed. "Shadow, what are you doing?" Ears twitching, he turned his head to look at the kid and quickly snapped, "Can it." Heeding the child no further attention, he peeked through the door.
Amy was talking a plump cheerful woman, "Ella, would you happen to know where the first aid kit is?" The Jamaican servant tapped her cheek, "Hmm, I know it is someplace around here." Her creased eyebrows smoothed as the rest of her face lit up, "Ah, now I remember. It was put up here." Pulling up a stepping stool, the maid opened two covered doors above the fridge, revealing a white pack decorated with a red cross.
The whole time Shadow looked annoyed I don't any stupid first aid. This girl is an idiot to think that I need her help. His body cringed in pain as he moved his arm forward but that is what one gets for falling through the atmosphere and onto the ground.
Shadow remembered how for days he was flat on his back unable to move. When feeling returned to his limbs and the bleeding marks grew back into solid flesh, he tried to stand but the injury in his limbs made it still a hard task. He was limited to short running followed by tumbling and possible face plants. He thought it would never end until he passed out in the middle of the woods. The next thing he knew, he woke up on the couch. Somehow he was taken there.
Is it possible that she brought me here? I do not see why. What does she hope to gain from doing this? A thought came to mind that she might be doing this so then he would owe her a favor. That sounded like good logic. He was after all very powerful and as he recalled, when Eggman saved him from suspended animation, he offered to grant him a wish. Now that he was done with that fool, he was stuck with this one.
Amy opened the kit on the table to ensure that everything that was needed was present. Nodding in satisfaction, she picked it up and turned to the exit. Eyes grown wide and ears stiff like a puppy listening to a gun shot, he realized that he will be in her eyeshot soon unless he moved. Taking no chance, injuries or no injuries, he leapt onto the couch leaving a gust of wind.
Oblivious to the mischievous hedgehog's doings, the pink girl sat down next to his side and opened the emergency kit. Taking a damp clean cloth, she held it in front of him, "Now hold still. This might sting." Slightly ducking his head, his response was "Peh, I don't need help."
Because he was being so difficult, she reached out and snatched his wrist. She then touched his bleeding brow and wiped away the blood and any other filth, "Now let's see if there are any more cuts that need cleaning…" Shadow cannot help but feel weird being held by a girl like this and abruptly pulled his captivated hand away.
The longer she stared at his dark fur, the more visible his most hidden and secret injuries became. She then leaned closer to the annoyed boy and dabbed any other cuts. Apparently there was a ton close to his legs and stomach how is he even breathing? You would think that all this bleeding would cause him to bleed out. Moving forward to those gashes and extra red lines, she wiped them clean with her wet cloth. Next she pulled out some bandages and when she turned her head to face him, he was gone.
Mouth at first dropped in a clueless position, her eyes veered right to see Shadow lying down by the door frame, inching his way along the ground, pulling his weight with anything in his path. Sucking in her breath, trying to ignore how annoying her patient was becoming, she stormed over to him. The moment he saw her approaching him looking so peeved, he tried to move faster. Being injured however, that plan was quickly shot of the water. A pair of two hands itching to strangle him snatched his arms. Then she hurriedly wrapped the bandages around his arms, legs, and stomach. Next she hauled him to the couch, "Stay!" As grumbly as he was, he was given no choice but to comply with the demanding hedgehog.