Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews, follows and favorites. they mean a lot. I'm also sorry I haven't been keeping my usual pace recently. I went on a short vacation out of town but, I did manage to type a bit. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter. Oh, two more things; this is my longest chapter yet and, for future reference I use 'Welp' purposely. Thank you.

Disclaimer: Sonic and anyone related to him belong to SEGA. Chelsea and Drew belong to me.

Chapter 11: She Doesn't Like Waking Up

It was a bright beautiful morning in town. The birds were chirping their wonderfully, high-pitched, irritating, dreadfully long song and the flowers that bloomed cause stingy bees to fight over which flower belonged to who. The sun was shining brightly as if the heavens opened; there was no cloud in sight. The wind blew a gentle breeze, lifting the petals, of the flowers, delicately upwards, making them appear ready to take flight. Yep….it was the, picture, perfect, anime, day today.

Unfortunately for the, supposed, perfect day Chelsea was an indoors person. She, by no means, cared for the suns warmth and rays. She was already darker than she needed to be and she had a perfectly well conditioned heater. The beautiful flowers that bloomed and gave off the lovely aroma of light, expensive, perfume never piqued her interest. Flowers attracted bees; bees get mad if they don't get their nectar. If Chelsea picked a flower the bee would get angry. The angry bee would sting her for revenge. Chelsea was allergic to bees. Her tongue would swell and her throat would close up and then she would die. So in a way flowers could be the end of her. Chelsea didn't feel like dying today. The wind did seem relaxing but it would only mess her hair up; not that it already looks like a tornado ran through but, you know. Before you mention the birds, think about the consequences of your actions.

The young woman sat comfortably in her bed with, her favorite, lavender sheets tucked into her neck. The soft, furry, fuchsia, pillow tickled the insides of her ear which made her a bit uncomfortable but a shift and a twist later resolved the issue. Burgundy curtains were shut tight to block out the morning sun and the untainted door remained closed to hold back any disruptive clamors and clatters. Chelsea let a content smile creep onto her lips as she snuggled into the warmth her blankets offered. Today, she defined, would be one of her lazy days. With that confirmed Chelsea, once again, let sleep drown her in its comforting arms.

Chelsea suddenly felt a small jab in her left shoulder. She groaned in annoyance and changed her position. Another harsh poke made itself known on her back. Chelsea altered herself into another, sleeping, pose but this time fluttering her eyelids open a bit. She caught a glimpse of silver and shut her eyes again. The dark-skinned woman tried the act she did so many times to her mother; pretend to still be asleep.

"I know you're awake. Your eyelids are twitching."

Stupid eyelids betray me again.

That was usually how it ended with her mother also, except she would be dragged out of her room by now. Chelsea brows got heavier and her eyes snapped open. She sent a glare towards Silver's finger that was, out of nowhere, on her shoulder. When Chelsea was awakened by someone other than herself, she found herself strongly disliking the person for the rest of the day.

The 22 year old propped herself on her elbows before sitting up fully and leaning on the head board of the bed. She rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep, and sighed heavily.

"Hello mom."

Silver's voice bothered her. He woke her up and she didn't appreciate it one bit but for his sake she would try to ignore the aggravating feeling she had. "Silver why did you wake me up," she groggily said, skipping the formalities, "It's 8:47 in the morning."

Silver's amused expression confused her. What was so funny? With a chuckle he said, "Mom, it's 12:32 in the afternoon."

What?

Chelsea quickly searched for her phone. Once she found the iPhone, pushed, harder than she needed to, the home button. Her eyes widened when she read the 32 font sized, veranda, numbers. It was it was indeed 12:32 p.m. Her head spun towards Silver who stared at her with a smile and a raised eyebrow. Chelsea looked back to the phone and then back to her son. She shook her head, pointing a finger at the cursed phone. "I-I promise you it was 8:47 just a minute ago Silvy," she stuttered. Silver just stared at her with awe.

"What?"

"I never thought someone could be so disoriented."

Chelsea huffed at the statement and crossed her arms. She puffed out her lower lip. "Why did you even wake me up," she muttered angrily. The furry hedgehog laughed at her. For a mother of three she sometimes acted 12. Silver shook his head and said, "It's too late in the day to be sleeping. You have to get up." Chelsea gave him the most horrific look he'd ever witnessed in his life. It was an expression mixed up of anger, grief, confusion and a bunch of other things he didn't recognize but, it was there. The corners of her lips pointed downwards and her brows seemed to point up and down. He didn't know how that was possible but he was looking at the demonstration.

Silver shifted uncomfortably in his spot. This felt worse than the time he dropped all the phones they owned in the pool. He shivered at the memory. He would forever curse his clumsiness. His bottom still hurt too. Silver soon found himself tersely brought into reality by his mother's voice.

"You mean to tell me you woke me up because you didn't think it was appropriate to let me sleep in?" Chelsea's features were straight and Silver was thankful for that but, an uncanny sensation crawled up his spine at the calmness of her voice. He responded with the first thing that popped into his mind.

"Yeah."

"What kind of sick, twisted, heartless, hedgie are you?"

Her abrasive question made Silver jump back in surprise. What the heck did she mean? Frightened a bit he started, "M-mom-"

"Silver I know you and you wouldn't do this alone. Who put you up to this? Was it my mother? She always loved torturing me." Chelsea scrunched her face together. She gripped the sheets and stared Silver down. The poor hedgehog could literally see his life flash behind his eyes.

Silver put his hands in front of him in defense. "N-no mom, Sonic and Shadow just told me to-"

Chelsea's eyes expanded and had a crazed look in them that made Silver shiver. She pointed her index finger at him which caused him to flinch. For a moment he thought a laser was going to shoot out of her finger.

"So they were the ones that set you in this death trap. SONIC AND SHADOW GET YOUR BUTTS UP HERE!"

Silver repeatedly shushed her and even put a on her mouth. Once she quitted down he released her and gave her a puzzled look.

"Mom, are you taking your medicine and what's this thing about a death trap? We just want you out of bed."

"Yes I am taking my medicine," Chelsea stated in an 'as-a-matter-a-fact' tone, "and don't you know if I don't wake up by myself, the person who woke me up will be hated for the day. I'm a very mean person so it's basically a suicide mission."

No, she hasn't been taking her pills.

The metallic colored male just stared. There was nothing he could say. There was nothing to say. He frowned when the other, roughly, pulled the covers over herself. Silver put his hands on his hips and scowled. "What do you think you're doing mother?"

"I'm going back to sleep."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"No. You're. Not."

"Yes. I. Am."

"Mother, get out of the bed."

"You're not the boss of me."

"Chelsea, you have one last chance. Get out of the bed now."

"Make me."

Silver wasn't the type who liked being stern but like his own mother taught him; 'If it benefits the other in some way, be as firm as you need to be'. Oh the irony of this situation. Silver crept over to the end of the bed and grabbed Chelsea's ankles.

A loud screeched pierced through Sonic and Shadow's sensitive ears. Shadow dropped his glass of water causing the ice cubes, water and the shattered pieces of glass to slide all over the kitchen floor. "The hell," he cursed. Sonic tripped over the beginning of the rug. He fell flat on his face and when he tried to get up the splintering sound of the glass breaking only produced a new bump on his head from hitting the middle of his head on the table. The azure hedgehog rubbed his head and shouted in pain from the stinging.

Shadow ran into the living room to see Sonic sitting down with one eye squeezed closed. Ignoring his expression of agony the crimson striped hedgehog exclaimed, "What was that noise?"

"I don't know but I heard it come from upstairs," Sonic groaned. He looked again at his elder brother and immediately stood up. By the time he was at the start of the steps Shadow was already halfway up. They busted through the door to Chelsea's bedroom and stood in shock; their eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. In front of them was something they never, in their lives, would've thought they would be an eyewitness to.

Silver the Hedgehog had his hands tightly secured around their mother's ankles. He pulled them away from the bed in attempt to separate Chelsea from it. His feet were in front of him and his upper body was leaning back. Chelsea gripped the rim of the mattress with all her morning strength. Her body was extended to full length and she looked like she was going to be ripped in half. Both were refusing to let the other win. They were sweaty, panting and their teeth were clenched. This was defiantly a test of arm strength though.

"Mom! You have to get out of bed," Silver strained.

"Noooo," Chelsea whined.

Sonic and Shadow blinked before making their presence known.

"Silver what are doing?" Sonic shouted.

Said hedgehog looked over to them. He sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness you guys are here. You need to help me get her out of bed."

"Since when did this turn into the Revolutionary War?" the ebony hedgehog said but there were no traces of wittiness in his voice.

"Just help me pull her."

Shadow and Sonic followed orders and scrambled to help the silver male. Sonic secured his arms around Silver's chest and Shadow did the same to his. They began pulling.

Chelsea felt the extra force in her ankles. She took a daring glance over her shoulder and gaped in disbelief. Sonic and Shadow were helping Silver disconnect her from the mattress. It was three against one. Did they hate her or something?

"Hey that's not fair! It's three against one. That's cheating," she yelled gripping the mattress tighter. Chelsea felt her fingers sweat from all the effort. Slowly her fingers were slipping from the bed. She tried, desperately, to keep her grasp on the edge but the three hedgehogs were too strong. Unwillingly she let go with a gasp. Chelsea felt body crash into the three hedgies. All four of them catapulted out of the room, into the hallway, and landed with a loud 'thud'.

Chelsea groaned in pain in slight pain. Even though the crash into Silver gave her a throbbing headache, her landing wasn't as rough as she anticipated. In fact it was quite soft and furry. She tried to get up but realized she wasn't touching the ground. Under her were three hedgehogs piled up onto one another with her as the cherry on top. That would explain the gentleness of her disembark. "Thank you for covering my fall. It was quite comfy," she smugly said.

Silver, who lay front side up, smiled and said, "No problem. Mine was too." The previous ordeal fled his mind and he was oblivious to the tone of his mother's voice. He was just happy to help all the time.

"So was mine," Sonic who also lied front side up.

"I hate all of you," Shadow grumbled. He was at the bottom of the pile lying face first on the ground. The carpeted floor felt like concrete to him at the time. The ebony hedgehog felt as though his body was smashed and forcefully flattened; there weights didn't help either. This didn't sit well with his stomach and he tried with all his might to keep the bile down, where it belonged.

Chelsea sent a warning glare at the ruby eyed male for a second before grasping the fact he couldn't exactly see. She would only have to get off and scold him then. The pile wasn't that high off the floor so, she jumped off the three landing on her feet but she instantly fell on her bottom cringing in pain. She forgot she didn't have the strongest bones. She felt her ankles crack and a stinging pain shot through them. Chelsea moved them in circles contemplating if they were broken or not. She was able to move them without too much pain so they were probably just sore.

As she sat there, one by one, Sonic and Silver rolled off each other leaving Shadow to turn on his back side curling up into a loose ball; as someone would do when hurting. Chelsea massaged her ankles for a little while, letting the pain fade away. Silver rubbed his chest in soreness as Sonic did too.

The two stood up after some time and helped Chelsea up. The young woman was about ready to give them a scolding when she noticed one hedgie was missing. She looked on the ground and saw the missing hedgehog, clenching his eyes and teeth, clutching his stomach. All previous thoughts evaporated as Chelsea thoughtlessly darted towards Shadow; Sonic and Silver close behind her. She knelt beside the cringing furry and asked worriedly, "Shady are you alright?"

Shadow shook his head painfully. Their weight really put an overwhelming pressure on his abdomen. More than it could handle. The dull pain wasn't the problem. It was the consistency of it. It wasn't getting any better and he feared if he were to move it would worsen. "M-my st-stomach hurts," he moaned in mild agony. He felt Chelsea's hands remove his arms away from his tummy and rub it softly. He expected the pain to go away but it stayed. He pushed the back of his head against the carpet and groaned through his teeth, "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow."

Chelsea scrunched her nose up in confusion. Why was he in so much pain? The fall couldn't have been that hard. In anime and cartoon shows the person on the bottom always got hurt the most but they were usually fine after.

Well this wasn't a show. This was real life. She had to keep reminding herself.

The mother of three felt a stabbing pain in her chest. One of her children was suffering and she couldn't do anything about it. Chelsea put a hand on Shadow's forehead and stroked it with her thumb. "Can you sit up sweetie?"

The onyx hedgehog squinted through his eyelids. He saw his mother looking at him with an intensified look on her face. She was probably trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He glanced over at Silver and saw unmistakable worry and compunction plastering his features. Shadow couldn't help but wonder why he seemed so regretful. He dismissed the thought and looked over to Sonic. He also had worry in his expression. To the ebony male this was utterly humiliating. Here he was lying on his back moaning and groaning like a five year old. He was the Ultimate Lifeform for crying out cloud. He needed to act like it. Nothing in this universe could stop him except God himself. He wasn't going to add a stomach ache to the list.

With determination set in the his mind he nodded and took a hold of Chelsea's forearm. He cautiously sat up praying the pain in his stomach wouldn't increase. Shadow felt his mother's hand on the back of his neck, helping him sit up. Once he was fully straight he felt the pain shift into his upper abdomen; a weird shift in gravities part but some of the pain eased for a bit. Shadow then made an effort to stand up. "Shady don't push yourself you might make the pain worse." He rolled his eyes mentally and shook his head, "It's alright I'm a little better. It seems the pain has moved here." He rubbed the place below the end of his chest hair.

Chelsea smoothed her hand over Shadow's and gave a worried look. She remembered her last stomach ache. It was horrible. The pain was located in the same area Shadow was rubbing and she thought she would die. The throbbing and stinging sensation was enough to make her cry and beg for it to stop. She spent five hours dealing with the pain and when she called her brother she was almost taken to the hospital until she released the contents of her stomach in the toilet. Pain in the lower abdomen was easier to deal with.

"Shady that's not good. Why don't you go lay down for now and I'll go get you pills for the pain."

"Ok, I'll lie down but, what do you mean 'that's not good'. The pain is a little easier to deal with now."

"Just go lie down."

Shadow, for a moment, bestowed upon his mother a befuddled face before abiding her orders. With a push on his back he paced towards his bed. After getting in it a blush of light red appeared on his muzzle as Chelsea tucked him in. He mumbled curses while Sonic and Silver snickered. Shadow was lightly thumped on his forehead. "Shadow, watch your language." He grunted and crossed his arms or at least tried to under the heavy comforters. He was humiliated, crushed, in pain and thumped all in one day. Today was just not his day.

"I'm going to get the Tylenol. I'll be right back Shady."

The reminder of the pain brought back the ache in his abdomen back to his mind. He lightly held his tummy and nodded, stopping his little pout. Chelsea ran downstairs and started looking for the tiny bottle.

"I'm sorry Shadow."

Said hedgehog turned his head to the right to identify the voice. Silver stepped up twiddling his index fingers. An eyebrow raised on the dark hedgehog's face. What in volleyballs name could he be talking about? "What do you have to be sorry for Silver?"

"Your stomach pains. If I would've just gotten mom out of bed by myself none of this would've happened. It's mostly my fault," Silver mumbled lowering his head. A tiny blush of shame was shown on his cheeks.

A hearty chuckle caused the remorseful hedgehog to snap his head up.

"You are such an idiot. You don't need to be sorry for that."

"B-but-"

"Not another word."

"Shad-"

"Zip!"

"Well fine!" Silver huffed, "I'm going to help mom." He stormed out of the room with a heartwarming smile.

A smirk appeared on Shadows muzzle. It quickly wiped off as the pain in his stomach worsened. He groaned and put pressure on the area in hopes for it helping to reduce the agony. He was starting to understand Chelsea's

Sonic looked at his older brother and cocked his head to the side. His brows furrowed together. Ever since their fight they haven't been talking to each other often; only when necessary. He's also noticed Shadow has been trying to avoid him, making all possibilities of trying to make up with him as slim as a tooth pick. Would trying to comfort him be too much and just annoy the ebony hedgehog?

Another pained moan escaped Shadow's lips as he twisted in misery. The cerulean hedgehog's ears lowered to some extent. See the other in pain wasn't something pleasurable. When the onyx male clenched his teeth holding back a small scream all thoughts erased from Sonic's mind and he went over to the eldest.

Shadow looked, through squinted eyes, at the azure hedgehog. He snapped them shut and groaned at the incredible pain shooting through his upper abdomen. Sonic gazed at him feeling feeble and weak.

"H-hey Shads, do you want me to call mom and ask about the Tylenol?" he stuttered. This was only statement he found appropriate from all the others in his mind.

The moaning hedgehog nodded, ever so slightly, in all the torment he was in. The beryl furred male nodded a bit too furiously and took a step back. He observed Shadow a bit longer before deviating from the scene. He then collided with, an 'oomph', into his mother. Sonic took another step back and almost fell. "I-I-oh-umm-I just-uh-ah-Sh-shads wanted to know about the-oh you have it!" His emerald eyes darted from side to side and his breathing suddenly turned eccentric. Sonic didn't understand why he was so nervous all of a sudden. He didn't even know if that was the right word to use. He didn't feel nervous. Then what was it?

Chelsea cocked her head the side while rubbing the area above her chest.

What's up with him?

Sonic was acting a bit…bizarre?

An anguished grouse interrupted her thoughts. Chelsea's head snapped towards the bed to see Shadow twist in pain. He flipped over onto his stomach and clenched it with all his might. The young woman ran over to him put a hand on his back and rubbed it. "Silver may I have the glass of water please?" she demanded more than asked. The youngest hedgie scurried over and handed the glass contained liquid to her. Chelsea muttered a thank you. Two tiny orange tablets were in the palm of her hand. She moved her metacarpus towards the crimson eyed furry.

"Shady take this."

Shadow looked warily at the pills and then tossed himself on his back, tilting his head. "No, I-I don't…want it. I can't…have…it. My-my stomach hu-hurts...momma"

She found her heart breaking; he only called her that when he was in enormous amounts of some type of pain. "I know baby but, that's why you have to take the pills." Without waiting for a reply Chelsea softly held his head making him sit up to his displeasure. "Open up for me," she whispered. Shadow obeyed weakly. The dark-skinned mother placed the tablets on his tongue, she then jerked her hand back when Shadow, impetuously, clamped his teeth shut. He cried out through clenched teeth. The feeling of a thousand bulls ramming into his upper abdomen put the young hedgehog in misery.

Chelsea took the cup, in her other hand, and put the tip on his bottom lip. She waited patiently for him to take a sip. When he didn't she urged him. "Honey I know you don't want to eat or drink anything but you have to take the medicine. It's the only other thing I can do for you and it might make you feel better. Please take it. For me?" She, herself, knew there was only a slim chance of this happening but she was praying the pain would fade away from him soon. And she hoped with all her being the drowsy affect the pill claimed it had worked.

The fact that Shadow opened his mouth and drank some of the water made her shoulders less heavy. Chelsea put the cup down, on a nearby desk. She then rubbed his ears, tenderly, in hopes of comforting him. "Thank you Shady."

Shadow tried to show his gratitude for her caring nature but all that came out was another pained shout. He felt his back arch and he gripped the sheets. This was the definition of pain; what he was going through. His stomach never felt this bad before. Never had he thought it could feel this horrible. He tried to concentrate on the rubbing of his ears. He bit back another horrid moan and found his attention on the pain decreasing but only by a half of a degree. The soft massaging caused him to reduce too harsh breathing and the clutching of his stomach. His ear twitched as his mother scratched behind and the agony, again, decreased.

Chelsea gently smiled. She was happy this was working. He might be the acclaimed, bad-a, 'Ultimate Lifeform' but, he was still a hedgehog. When she started to release his ear's she was surprised when a barely audible whine came from him. Chelsea continued rubbing the furry things sticking out of his head; she turned to look over her shoulder. Sonic and Silver stood there, awkwardly, observing the scene. She giggled and said, "Why don't you guys watch T.V. or something? I'm taking away your punishment for a little while."

Sonic and Silver found their focus now on their mother. They looked at each other before nodding at her. As Silver left Sonic took one last look at the two and then went his way silently.

The young mother stood there with her arms stretched out and her thumbs working. Her arms were aching and she was getting tired of just standing. Chelsea wondered if climbing in the bed with Shadow would make him upset.

"Shady, do you mind if I lay next to you? My arms are getting tired and I-"

"Please."

His whisper was all she needed for approval. Cautiously, so she wouldn't stir more pain in his tummy, she lied next to him still trying to maneuver in way to still rub his Shadow's ears. As she huffed in annoyance, in her uncomfortable position, she lightly gasped when the ebony hedgehog put his head on her chest. A warm blanket seemed to wrap around her heart at the memories of the past; when they used to be smaller than her forearm and cuddle up next to her every night.

"Good night mother."

She blinked. She was too much in her daydream to figure out if what she just heard was in her mind or it was real. She then looked at the clock. It was 1:27. What was he talking about? Chelsea looked down too see Shadow curled up against her loosely holding her waist. His breathing was calm, a big difference from the one a few minutes ago, and his features were peaceful. A gigantic smile found its way to her face and her heart swelled. Not only did the pills work but this was almost exact replica of what the younger Shadow did just before he slept.

"Good night baby."

Sonic flipped through the channels with a bored expression and his head in his hand. This was way too boring. There was absolutely no way he was going to stay here and do nothing all day. Silver was reading a book and it looked like he was interested in it too. How do people read those things anyway? At least one good thing came out of today. A little secret of his he wouldn't share until the moment was right. An evil smile creped onto his face; one that would make Shadow run for his money.

He stood up and sighed. This problem between him and Shadow was getting under his skin. It was like a little thought that he kept in the back of his mind but it always found a way to show its ugly little head. Sonic personally didn't mean anything he said to him that day but a small bell kept ringing in his chest. What if Shadow did? The azure male was just sore, tired and upset. He didn't mean to blow up like that. Silver seemed to have forgiven him but why didn't Shadow? He, of all people, should know he doesn't pay attention to half of the stuff that comes out of his mouth.

Sonic sighed as he got up from the couch. He opened nearby curtains and the warmth of the sun slammed on his face. A bright smile protruded his muzzle. It was a perfect day today. Why was he inside when he could be out there enjoying what Mother Nature had to offer?

It's because you're different.

Oh yeah. He was a cartoon character. Something made up. He wasn't supposed to be real. Although he was a hero the idea of something popping out of the television wouldn't be so easily accepted. But the thing that plagued him was Chelsea was different to. She was defiantly darker than most people he saw on T.V. so why did she get to go outside? There were some people like her but not many compared to the others.

She's real.

But he was real too. He might be entertainment for little kids but he was here, on Earth. He could touch things, he could be touched, and he could be seen. He had eyes, a nose, a mouth, two hands, and two feet.

She's human.

He acted human. He had feelings like everyone else. He was nice too. Just because he had fur didn't mean he was any different.

She has skin.

He had skin underneath his fur. Didn't that count as something? And didn't the Bible say to not mistreat people who were foreigners because we were foreigners in Egypt? They can't treat him any different. They just couldn't.

She isn't an animal.

Sonic closed the curtains roughly. He didn't want to think about this anymore. He would do something he would regret later if he did. The navy blue male plopped himself back down on the couch. He snatched the remote away from the table and went back to channel surfing.

Channel by channel, all he could see were humans. There were light, dark in the middle even but not once were there animals like him. He knew he was a character but there had to be other animals like him, like his brothers. Sonic clicked the remote several times before stopping on a certain channel. His eyes widened as an armadillo was caught in a trap. Sonic felt a deep anger in the pit of his chest when two humans shot it and began stripping away its shell. He turned the television set off before they started skinning it.

He was different than other animals; him and his brothers.

Sonic lay on his back with an arm on his forehead. This was causing him a humungous headache. First it was the Shadow dilemma and now it was going outside. With all problems aside, he craved to go out. The only connection with the outside world was their backyard and that was only because it was fenced. He couldn't deal with looking at the same scenery forever. He was sure he would go insane.

He wanted to go outside. He didn't care.

But he couldn't. His mom asked him not too and although he wasn't known for following directions he had to follow this one rule. He couldn't go outside without his mother knowing. It would break her heart and his at the sight of her face when she found out he disobeyed.

Why was his life so complicated? He was 15 for crying out loud.

The sounds of vomiting made the dark-skinned woman wince. Chelsea sat down against the bathroom door with an ear against it. She was startled when Shadow woke up so suddenly and ran out the door. Of course she ran after him only to have the door shut in her face. When she tried to open it, it was locked so, all she could do know was wait and speak words of comfort to the ebony hedgehog.

"Shady do you think you can let me in?" Chelsea asked in her most worried voice. She thought, maybe, making him feel bad would grant her entry.

"N-no…y-you can't…see thi-this-"

Chelsea sighed as she heard the water's sound from the bile hitting it. At least she was able to rid him of the pain of the stomach ache for a little while but, Shadow's heavy breathing was not something she enjoyed hearing. He could barely speak before he regurgitated everything that was left in his stomach. She put a hand on the door and continued her coos.

The toilet flushed three times in the ten minute period. The young woman gasped when she heard a click. She rushed up to her feet and hastily opened the bathroom door.

The aroma of vomit filled her nostrils the moment she entered. Chelsea never was good with anything that had to deal with puking but it was for one of her hedgies so, she swallowed the food caught in the middle of her throat. She walked over to Shadow who was bent over the sink spitting out water. Saliva strung from his bottom lip and before he could make a move Chelsea wiped it off.

Shadow didn't dare to look up at her. He was already ashamed of what he'd done. If he did look at his mother the blush on his cheeks would only darken.

The crimson splashed hedgehog stiffened when a hand rubbed his back.

"Do you feel better now honey?"

Shadow visibly relaxed. He watched her rinse her hands. The feeling of, liquidly, chunks of food in his mouth disgusted him so much that he didn't even have the sense to think about his abdomen. As he concentrated on his stomach a smile almost appeared on his muzzle.

"Yes. I feel much better," he breathed out. Dry heaving fatigued him.

Chelsea giggled. The way Shadow responded was, as if, he had just won World War I. She picked up a red and white tooth brush and motioned for him to brush his teeth. Afterwards they walked out of the bathroom-after Chelsea disinfected the toilet- and down the stairs.

"Mother can I, perhaps, go back to bed. I'm a bit tired." Shadow almost tripped over the air. He almost choked when he received a hard pat on his back.

"Of course not Shady, you only need to eat. And besides, if I don't get to sleep no one can," Chelsea laughed.

The eldest hedgehog growled. After all this time she was still mad about getting out of bed. Shadow moved from his mother's touch and walked as fast as could, trying not to trip. He sent a glare towards her but Chelsea only chuckled at him.

"Hey Shads, you okay buddy?"

"Shadow's here?"

Sonic and Silver trampled each other trying to get to the growling hedgehog. Shadow put a hand on his forehead and walked on ignoring them. "I don't have the patience for them," he mumbled to himself. The two hedgehogs looked after him with confusion.

"Why's he so grumpy?" Silver asked to no one in particular. So when he got answer the two were startled.

"I wouldn't let him sleep a little more. Yeah, he's a bit upset," Chelsea said walking past them also. Silver stared at them before turning his back and exclaiming, "Welp, it's good to have everything back to normal again. I'm going to go read my book. I have to find out if George proposes to Hanna." He skipped back to the couch with a grin on his face, going back to his usual naïve, optimistic, self.

Sonic glanced towards the metallic colored hedgehog and then to the kitchen. His feet took steps and he found himself in the dining room. He blinked and watched as Shadow took tiny sips from the steaming spoon filled with brown broth.

Shadow's fur on the back of his neck stood up for the 15th time. He felt eyes bore in to the side of his head. Was Chelsea going to keep staring at him while he ate? It was already bad enough he had to eat-he found the smell of anything food related revolting- now he had to be watched. What was this, upset Shadow day? Well he certainly didn't get the memo.

The angry male dropped the spoon in the bowl and looked up with a menacing glare. He was surprised when he saw blue instead of brown. Why was Sonic staring at him? Although Chelsea and Sonic were two different beings he still held his glare but added more irritation to it.

"What do you want faker?"

Said hedgehog inwardly flinched. Why was the way Shadow said 'faker' so hurtful? He'd always called him that ever since the first time they laid eyes on each other but, he couldn't shake off the way he said it now. It was like he was spitting out something bitter. Some type of abhorrence. But Shadow wasn't that upset with him, was he? Maybe he was worrying about their fight too much. He was just interpreting things far beyond their meaning.

"Nothin' much faker. Did you have fun puking?" Teasing seemed to be the most appropriate way to cover the uneasiness he felt.

"Get away faker. I don't have the time of day to deal with you right now." Shadow picked up his spoon and continued drinking trying not to gag.

An idea popped in the azure hedgehog's head. A mischievous simper showed itself on Sonic's muzzle. He rummaged through his quills and pulled out a picture. "Oh really," he beleaguered, "would you find me interesting if I said I'm going to post this on the Internet?"

The mention of a picture made Shadow's curiosity get the best of him. He looked up with mild interest. Suddenly his eyes bulged out. There in Sonic's hand was a photo of the Ultimate Lifeform cuddled up against Chelsea; both were sleeping with light blushes. He had his arms around her like a teddy bear, his legs were wrapped in his mother's and his head was under her hand and on her bosom. Shadow's sight was immediately blinded by red.

Sonic only had a second to dodge the onyx male's attack. He then was knocked to the ground with Shadow above him. Before he could throw a punch Sonic, got up, put a hand on Shadows face and extended his arm, with the picture, out. He waved the picture in the air taunting him. "Oh so now you notice me huh Shads."

"Faker if you don't give me that picture I swear you won't live to see tomorrow."

"You're not supposed to swear. It's not good Shads." Sonic shook his head in mock disappointment.

"Shut up!"

"Oooh you said 'shut up'. I'm telling mom."

"You'll be dead before you even step one foot towards her. Now, give me that picture faker."

"Tell me why you're mad at me first."

"I'm mad because you won't give me the freakin' picture."

"No, tell me why you've been avoiding me."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me Shads."

Shadow rested from his fruitless attempts of snatching away the picture. He glared at his cerulean brother before giving him space. He knew what he was talking about from the first question but he didn't feel the need to explain himself to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh come on Shadow," Sonic exclaimed throwing his hands in the air, "you're not talking to me anymore, you're never even teasing me and it seems like you don't even want to be in the same room as me. I mean what's up with that? What did I do?"

"I think it would be helpful if you started from and, I quote 'I don't care if you kill me at least I wouldn't have to suffer the feeling of knowing I'm related to you.' I think this should explain more than enough faker." Shadow crossed his arms and glared at the other.

"I was mad Shadow. You even agreed with me," he pointed an accusing finger at him, "You of all people should know I don't comprehend half of the stuff that comes out of my mouth. And I didn't even mean it-"

"You sure made it seem like you did."

Sonic moved his head back slightly and his brows scrunched up. "Did I hurt your feelings that much Shadow?" The corner of his lip suddenly twitched.

The dark hedgehog scoffed. "Of course not you imbecile. You couldn't possibly hurt my feelings." A precipitous feeling of blunt insecurity rose in his stomach making him feel…queasy?

Cursed stomach.

A hand placed itself on his right shoulder. On impulse he jerked his shoulder but the hand didn't move. Shadow's ruby eyes pinned themselves on the navy furry in front of him. They scanned him up and down and his lips curled in a snarl. Warningly he murmured, "Get your han-"

"I'm sorry."

This caught him off guard tremendously. To make sure his hearing didn't deceive him he rudely barked, "What?"

The hand lowered. "I said I was sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. It stupid and really low for me to say that and I promise you I didn't mean it. I wouldn't want to live without my brothers by my side. All of them." Sonic then grinned. "Besides, what's a super hero without all of their sidekicks?"

Shadow sweat dropped and mentally blew himself into the stratosphere. Regardless, he couldn't help but give in to Sonic's, so called, apology. He looked sincere enough and sounded it too. With a defeated sigh he mumbled, "Your 'apology' is accepted but don't expect me to give in so easily next time blue hedgehog."

The two shook hands.

"I won't Shads." The azure hedgehog skipped off towards the couch but he suddenly stopped. He turned around to see Shadow placing himself back in the chair.

"Oh and Shadow?"

The red streaked male looked at him annoyed. A demented look glinted in Sonic's forest green eyes.

With a wink he held a flimsy piece of paper in between his index and middle finger.

"I'll make sure to put your name in the credits."

He soon made a run for it, laughing, with Shadow hot on his tail.

"COME BACK HERE YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING, BONEHEADED DUNCE!"

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