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¡No lo entendí, jajaja! Pero lo resolví bastante rápido. Perdón por la traducción tosca. Estoy usando el Traductor de Google. Es muy difícil encontrar buenos fics de Sonic. Estoy de acuerdo. ¡Pero gracias por darle una oportunidad al mío! Soy un fanático de las expansiones de escenas y golpes. Todas se libraron de caer a través del maldito ESPACIO con demasiada facilidad. Sé que, al fin y al cabo, es una película para niños, pero aun así... Créanme, Sonic se derrumbará eventualmente, pero no de la manera que creen. Hay al MENOS otros seis capítulos de infierno para nuestro chico. 😈
Sonic's weakness surfaces as another ailment - one Tom doesn't ignore. He begins to dig around, hoping to find a solution to help his boy.
The anger burning painfully throughout Sonic's veins didn't come close to the desire to see blood split. To see his blood spilt. To mar the otherwise perfect pristine white moon. A luxury he'd never seen before meeting Tom and Maddie. He growled low in his chest, turning to scan the area.
Just above a small crest was a black-coloured tuft of hair. He growled as he leapt at the hair, grabbing it with his fist. The head attached to the hair yelled as he was pulled up, dangling a few feet from the ground. "Get off! Stop!" A voice he distinctly recognised pleaded. The head attached to the hair began to furiously claw at his bare arms.
Sonic didn't feel the pain. He pulled the hair higher. The yell grew louder. Sonic pressed his face up close, analysing his prey. "Sonic! Put me down!" The head pleaded, tears of pain racing from his eyes. Sonic tilted his head. "Not Sonic," He grinned. "Please! You're hurting me!" The head cried, clawing at his arms again. Sonic lowered his to the ground, still holding the har.
The head made a strange sound; one that didn't sound angry.
"I hurt you?" He tilted his head again, eyes scanning the head. The red-eyed head glared. "Yes! You hurt me!" He kicked out at Sonic's legs. Sonic simply stepped over the swipe, landing a sharp kick into the red-eyed head's knee. "I hurt you? No. You've hurt me! My family!" Sonic threw the red-eyed head to the ground harshly. The head coughed as he curled in on himself.
"You should've stayed out of my way!" The red-eyed head screamed. Sonic's eyes widened for a second. "I never hurt you. I tried not to hurt you," Sonic argued. "I want to hurt you," He grinned maliciously. The blue/yellow-eyed head gulped. Sonic brought his fist down and down until a loud-
Squelch!
Sonic jolted awake, panting.
He felt damp with sweat - or was it tears?
He didn't know.
His heart beat at a million miles a minute. He grabbed the twisted duvet cover, squeezing it tightly. His head felt thick with cotton, stuffed to the brim, pooling out of his ears. He grabbed his hair, pulling it harshly. "Control yourself!" His mind hissed. Sonic whined and tugged harder. His quills stung his scalp, still burned and painful. "Get out of my head!" He whimpered into the darkness, kicking the covers off. His body tingled in a cold sweat as goosebumps broke out all over his bare skin.
He jerked out of the bed and began to pace.
All he could see was Shadow's bleeding body on the moon.
All he could hear was the sickening squelch of his skin splitting from Super Sonic's brutal attack.
All he could taste was the tangy metallic in the air.
All he could smell was blood.
All he could feel was his dead body, heavy in his grasp, dripping with blood.
His stomach lurched, and he threw up at his feet.
Tears brewed and spilt from his eyes. Sonic stepped back away, furiously rubbing his eyes. His eyes defaulted to a blood splatter on the ground. His stomach lurched again, and he ran for the bathroom.
He dry heaved, painfully reminded of Shadow's blood staining the moon. His head pounded, though with fear of the nightmare or the unyielding attempts to vomit, he'd never work it out at that precise moment.
"Sonic?"
Fuck.
He heaved into the bowl again, this time tasting a tang of metal.
Oh great. He'd torn his oesophagus.
The bathroom door was pushed slightly further open, a dim, warm light illuminating the room. "Oh, you poor thing," The voice cooed. He shuddered. "Not sick," He whispered, fighting for control over his body. "Oh? It looks like you are to my eyes," Maddie retorted. She slowly sat on her knees. "I'm not sick," He whispered again. Maddie hummed. "Then why are you being sick?" Sonic sniffled and grabbed some tissue to wipe his mouth. Pointlessly, he'd not thrown up since the bedroom. "It was a nightmare," He sighed quietly a few minutes later. Maddie made a small sound. "Is that why you are in here? Because it scared you?" Sonic felt his cheeks grow hot. He pressed his pounding forehead against the toilet seat, relishing the small burst of relief it provided. There was a sudden soft weight against his side, pulling him into a warm side. Unconsciously, he curled into the warmth. Then, the damn broke.
He cried quietly, sobs hiccuping his body with violet quakes. Maddie stayed silent, rubbing his shoulder as they sat on the ground. It took a while, but Sonic finally calmed down enough to speak coherently. "I didn't make it." He mumbled quietly. Maddie frowned. "Pardon?"
Sonic repeated himself. Maddie continued to frown. "You didn't make what?" She asked. Sonic gestured loosely with his hand. "Um... the uh... when I woke up... I didn't make it in time."
Initially, Maddie thought Sonic was eluding to a bladder-related accident; he'd wet himself.
Maddie wasn't afraid to admit that when she'd had food poisoning once when she was about thirteen, she'd not made the bathroom once. Thankfully, it was only a pee. Nevertheless, it was humiliating.
Then it clicked. "Oh... you were sick?" Sonic looked away. Maddie tutted softly. "I'm sure we can get it cleaned up quickly and quietly. It can be our secret." She whispered, making a move to stand. Sonic's frantic hands grabbed at her night dress. Life bloomed into his green eyes as they widened with recognition. His hands let go as he flushed beet red. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.
Maddie waved him off as she picked up some tissues and gloves from under the sink.
"Why don't you freshen up and go back to bed?" She broached. Sonic's face blanched, even in the low light. "I can leave a light on for you. It used to help Rachel when she'd get nightmares." She offered. Sonic's green eyes scanned Maddie's hazel eyes. Finally, he nodded softly. "Ok."
Maddie returned a few moments later, washing her hands vigorously. She dried them, switching off the bathroom light. The bathroom fell into darkness as they moved into the bedroom. Sonic sat on the edge, nervously bouncing his leg. Maddie felt something bloom in her heart; something was bothering her son, something she just couldn't put her finger on.
Maddie sat on the beanbag to the left of Sonic's bed. The cobalt speedster frowned. "Mom?" He asked. Maddie gestured to the bed. "Get some rest. I shall, as Knuckles says, stand guard for you. And keep the light on." Maddie switched the night light on by his bed. It was bright enough to warm the room but not too bright to receive no sleep. Sonic shook his head. "I can't let you do that. You've got the night shift tonight. You need more sleep than I do!" He argued.
Maddie held a hand up. "We will discuss why I strongly disagree with that in the morning.You are hurting. I am simply providing a reassuring presence; I hope." Sonic grumbled slightly but clambered back into the newly made bed. He turned onto his side, gnawing at his lip. "If you ever need to talk the nightmare through, I am always here as an ear." Maddie offered off-hand as she picked up a comic book on Sonic's bedside.
The Amazing Spider-Man.
A soft snore brought her out of her reverie. With her smile staying strong, Maddie began to read about the webbed crusader as Sonic slumbered peacefully.
...
A few hours later, it was six p.m., and the other residents had returned to the Wachowski house. Maddie was eating her dinner, readying to go in for her night shift (an eight-to-eight shift, which was torture), and thinking of how best to approach the situation with Sonic. Tom walked in with a drawn-out sigh, dropping his bag by the door and flopping onto the couch, his head resting on Maddie's collarbone. She giggled lightly, tapping his leg with her foot. "Work was that good, huh?" Tom mumbled something into her neck about Mrs Browne - a notorious complainer - and how Madison - the new hire - nearly punched her.
"How's Sonic doing today?" He asked quietly. Maddie sighed lightly and put her bowl of soup on the table to her left. "Um... honestly, I couldn't tell you." Tom frowned. "What do you mean? Is he OK?" Maddie nodded quickly as she turned to face him more on. "Oh, God, yeah. That's my fault - I should've led with that." Tom's tension immediately left his shoulders as he slumped a little. "So, what's wrong with him?" Maddie shifted lightly. "He's slept most of the day, honestly. I've had to wake him up every four hours for a drink - it's like having a newborn." She rubbed her eyes slightly. "Oh, Mads. If you'd said, I would've come home or got Wade to sit with him today." Maddie waved her hand. "No, he's my kid too. It's what you do when they need you."
Tom's eyes lit up brightly. "Yeah, he's our kid." He smiled dopily, leaning in to kiss her. Maddie laughed against his lips, pushing him back slightly. "I don't have time for that right now, but I promise we can send them all away tomorrow." She winked. Tom shook his head fondly. "Is that all? Just tired?" Maddie debated telling him about the nightmare. She could say that Sonic had had one - just not what it was about. Not that she knew, but she could probably hazard a guess given recent times.
Tom was a Sheriff - and by default, adept at problem-solving. He'd probably work it out in no time.
"Yes and no. He had a pretty bad nightmare too, but that was it." Tom glanced upstairs with a frown. "How bad is pretty bad?" He asked, his jaw grinding subtly. Maddie's eyes flicked upwards too. "Bad enough to make him sick." Tom sighed heavily. "I don't know what's wrong with him at the minute. He's tired and snappy, but also clingy as fuck. It's like he's come back from some kind of torture session. We see it in Vets all the time."
Maddie said nothing - she didn't have anything to say. This was a little out of her remit.
Tom's gaze hardened as he glanced back up at the ceiling. "I'm gonna find out what's wrong with our kid. Even if it kills me."