No Brotherly Love
Operation Time
Sonics POV:
I could feel myself stirring awake, not only did I feel that, I felt a gush of wind hitting my body. I mentally pried my eyes open and saw Shadow. I tried to say something but only gargled something up. I looked to my chest to see what I had coughed up from my throat. I saw that it was some of that oozing black liquid, which to the smell and form of oil. I tried to stay awake, but was ultimately failing. Rather than my eyes closing or my mind fading to black, I saw the black liquid crawling over my vision. It looked like roots were growing in my vision. The black liquid eventually covered every part of my eyes, so all I saw was black. Before I could panic, my mind faded to black once more.
Before I knew it, my eyes opened once more. I was greeted with a penetrating white light, which almost made me blind. I tried to get up but I saw Metal rush to my side.
"Sonic, lay back down. Trust me, just lay back down, I promise it'll be over soon."
'What?' I thought to myself, now panicking. I now knew I was on some sort of metal surface. 'A metal table?' I tried getting up, but Metal kept pushing me down.
"I need some tranquilizer samples! NOW!" He turns back to me. "Don't get up Sonic. Just trust me on this, you don't want to know."
As he goes to get the tranquilizer samples, I sit up to see what's going on. I felt something pinch me. 'OW!' I cried out in my mind. I eventually saw what Metal didn't want me to see. My entire front torso had…had been ripped open. "OH MY GOD!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, trying to get away from the nurses and mechanical arms operating on me. Before I could move though, Metal pushed me back onto my back and put a syringe into my neck. Rendering me unconscious once more.
When I finally awoke once more, I raised my hands into my line of vision and saw them bandaged up. I looked down onto the rest of my body. My chest was no longer ton open, but my body was wrapped in bandages. I was like a mummy from the Egyptian times. I then lay back down. I was no longer on the metal, cold surface of the operating table; instead, I was now in a hospital bed.
As I began to relax, I heard voices outside my room. The door was open just enough for me to see who was there. It was the fox lady and Metal.
"Are you sure he'll be fine?" She asked with a snarl.
"Well, he'll survive but…" Metal started, but trailed off.
"What?" She asked in a demanding tone.
"I'm not sure if he'll be able to walk, let alone fight again."
'What!' I shouted in my head. I remember fearing that I would possibly never be able to walk again, which meant no running. I might as well have been dead, which by coincidence, the fox lady then said.
"What! If that's the case, we might as well pull the plug on him while he's still asleep."
"No!" Metal yelled. "I said it's possible, but it's not a certainty. He may be well enough to."
"How long till he'll be ready to even walk?" She said, crossing her arms. Metal mumbled an answer. Her ears pricked up. Clearly Metal was afraid of her reaction.
"S-Six months…"
"WHAT! SIX MONTHS!"
"Y-yes, b-but…"
"Shut it! Just tell me when he's ready!" she shouted as she walked away. Metal raised his hand to say something, but brought it back down.
As Metal said, it took six months for me to get any better. Well, I'm guessing it did. I couldn't really tell, because I kept fading in and out of being aware and not. I saw everyone at least five times in this time, but I saw Shadow so very few. Shadow, my son. I still find it so hard to believe. When I get through this, I'll ask Metal about Shadow, and if it's true. Shadow can't know, it'd mess up the time line. But until then, might as well cope with Amy nursing me. Oh, yeah, it's true. She signed up to get me healthy again, so Metal gave her the position of being my personal nurse. I guess there's no escape from that medicine now.