"Chief Wachowski?"Tom sighed lightly as he picked up his radio. "Yup, what's up, Marissa?" The radio blared static for a moment. "Marissa?" Tom prompted, already lacing up his boots by the door."Um... Your...friend...I guess, has just literally crashed in through the windows,"Tom rolled his eyes lightly. "Is it just a broken window? I'll get onto replacing that," Marissa hummed."No... no it's not. Look, I'm gonna be honest here, Chief, I'm not sure what he is, and I don't know where you need to take him, but he needs medical attention. I don't know if he has a human hospital or animal hospital that tends to him, but he needs it."Tom revved the engine on the truck, one that Uncle Sam so graciously gave him and Maddie after the whole Robotnik bullshit a few months previously."Wade's already doing what he can, but I think he's one more towel away from a psychotic break,"Marissa's usually cool voice was tinged with a hint of amusement. Yeah, while Wade could be very competent when it came to it, he had to be coached into it. Wade was a great station help, but not so great on duty. Hence why Tom usually put him on the speed trap. "Wait, towel? I know you're from the Bronx, but what the hell kinda phrase is that?" Tom screeched onto the road, wishing he'd used the cop car. As far as his government favour went, using a cop car for a non-cop emergency would get him fired immediately."Yeah, um, he's in a pretty bad way. Wade's on his fourth-"
"FIFTH! GET TOM'S ASS HERE NOW!"
"... fifth towel trying to stem the bleeding."Tom swerved down a side road, taking the back route. While bumpier, it was quicker by a long shot. "Wait, bleeding? What is actually wrong with him?" Tom demanded. Marissa talked lightly and quietly for a moment."Um, apparently he was stabbed... so he claims."Tom rolled his eyes. "Put him on, would you?" Marissa cleared her throat. "Hi, Tom!" Despite the gravity of the situation, Sonic's voice was still bright. "Hi. So, what do you mean you were stabbed? Please tell me Marissa is lying." Tom pulled up to the station and threw the car into park, grabbing the talkie from the stand. He burst in through the door, taking pause.
Sonic, on the ground, bleeding profusely from his leg, waved happily. "Hi, Dad!"
In the car, Tom quizzed him. Maddie had rung in, having received the same phone call from Marissa, and said she was free in the afternoon, so she'd fix Sonic up at her surgery. "Ok, so, these guys were with these big-ass knives, right? And thenI uh-" Sonic then proceeded to make a series of noises obviously trying to explain what he had done when fighting the bad guys, while Tom pretended to listen while his heart was threatening to jump out of his chest. He took a sharp turn left, taking another back route.
A cry ripped from Sonic's throat. He clutched his leg tightly. "Sonic? Buddy? Shit, I forgot... you ok?" He asked frantically. "I will be!" Sonic groaned out, and Tom glanced to his right. A small puddle of crimson had begun to stain his seat. "Shit," He cursed, pushing through the speed limits of the town and making it to Maddie's surgery in record time. He parked the car and ran to the other side, tugging the door open. "You ready? This'll probably hurt," He forewarned. Sonic looked up through slightly glazed eyes and nodded, 100% trust in Tom.
It made him feel sick.
Even though Tom knew what Sonic practically went through every day was 100% worse than just picking someone up, it still hurt his heart when Sonic let out a cry filled withagony.It made Tom feel likehewas the one in pain.
Which made Tom feel even worse.
A little over two hou"Chief Wachowski?"Tom sighed lightly as he picked up his radio. "Yup, what's up, Marissa?" The radio blared static for a moment. "Marissa?" Tom prompted, already lacing up his boots by the door."Um... Your...friend...I guess, has just literally crashed in through the windows,"Tom rolled his eyes lightly. "Is it just a broken window? I'll get onto replacing that," Marissa hummed."No... no it's not. Look, I'm gonna be honest here, Chief, I'm not sure what he is, and I don't know where you need to take him, but he needs medical attention. I don't know if he has a human hospital or animal hospital that tends to him, but he needs it."Tom revved the engine on the truck, one that Uncle Sam so graciously gave him and Maddie after the whole Robotnik bullshit a few months previously."Wade's already doing what he can, but I think he's one more towel away from a psychotic break,"Marissa's usually cool voice was tinged with a hint of amusement. Yeah, while Wade could be very competent when it came to it, he had to be coached into it. Wade was a great station help, but not so great on duty. Hence why Tom usually put him on the speed trap. "Wait, towel? I know you're from the Bronx, but what the hell kinda phrase is that?" Tom screeched onto the road, wishing he'd used the cop car. As far as his government favour went, using a cop car for a non-cop emergency would get him fired immediately."Yeah, um, he's in a pretty bad way. Wade's on his fourth-"
"FIFTH! GET TOM'S ASS HERE NOW!"
"... fifth towel trying to stem the bleeding."Tom swerved down a side road, taking the back route. While bumpier, it was quicker by a long shot. "Wait, bleeding? What is actually wrong with him?" Tom demanded. Marissa talked lightly and quietly for a moment."Um, apparently he was stabbed... so he claims."Tom rolled his eyes. "Put him on, would you?" Marissa cleared her throat. "Hi, Tom!" Despite the gravity of the situation, Sonic's voice was still bright. "Hi. So, what do you mean you were stabbed? Please tell me Marissa is lying." Tom pulled up to the station and threw the car into park, grabbing the talkie from the stand. He burst in through the door, taking pause.
Sonic, on the ground, bleeding profusely from his leg, waved happily. "Hi, Dad!"
In the car, Tom quizzed him. Maddie had rung in, having received the same phone call from Marissa, and said she was free in the afternoon, so she'd fix Sonic up at her surgery. "Ok, so, these guys were with these big-ass knives, right? And thenI uh-" Sonic then proceeded to make a series of noises obviously trying to explain what he had done when fighting the bad guys, while Tom pretended to listen while his heart was threatening to jump out of his chest. He took a sharp turn left, taking another back route.
A cry ripped from Sonic's throat. He clutched his leg tightly. "Sonic? Buddy? Shit, I forgot... you ok?" He asked frantically. "I will be!" Sonic groaned out, and Tom glanced to his right. A small puddle of crimson had begun to stain his seat. "Shit," He cursed, pushing through the speed limits of the town and making it to Maddie's surgery in record time. He parked the car and ran to the other side, tugging the door open. "You ready? This'll probably hurt," He forewarned. Sonic looked up through slightly glazed eyes and nodded, 100% trust in Tom.
It made him feel sick.
Even though Tom knew what Sonic practically went through every day was 100% worse than just picking someone up, it still hurt his heart when Sonic let out a cry filled withagony.It made Tom feel likehewas the one in pain.
Which made Tom feel even worse.
A little over two hours later, Sonic came out of surgery and was in the recovery room. Maddie was cleaning up and having a bite to eat but would be joining them later. Tom sat with him, cradling his hand throughSonic's quills, while the other hand was scrolling through his phone. He remembered when Sonic had first broached him with the request. "Longclaw used to rub my quills when I was sick or had a nightmare... if, and I'm not saying I will, because I'm awesome, but theoretically if Ididever have a nightmare... could you do the same?" He'd asked quietly, recovering from said event he claims was rare... sure... if once weekly was rare. Tom had agreed without hesitation, of course.
He continued rubbing the quills softly, vowing to track down the ones that had hurt his later, Sonic came out of surgery and was in the recovery room. Maddie was cleaning up and having a bite to eat but would be joining them later. Tom sat with him, cradling his hand throughSonic's quills, while the other hand was scrolling through his phone. He remembered when Sonic had first broached him with the request. "Longclaw used to rub my quills when I was sick or had a nightmare... if, and I'm not saying I will, because I'm awesome, but theoretically if Ididever have a nightmare... could you do the same?" He'd asked quietly, recovering from said event he claims was rare... sure... if once weekly was rare. Tom had agreed without hesitation, of course.
He continued rubbing the quills softly, vowing to track down the ones that had hurt his son.