As soon as they’d returned to Mobius and Angel Island, the only thing Sonic had wanted was to do was go home. He’d thanked Shadow and Knuckles for their rescue, of course, but he was insistent on getting some rest and recuperating in the comfort of his own bed. He assured them that after said R&R he’d be back up and running in no time and right now he just needed a hot shower and some space, even managing a mostly confident, trademark smile. Shadow, though, was unconvinced, and he took a moment to talk with the young fox, explaining what had occurred on Moebius as best he could without going too deep into it.
The yellow fox was older than he looked in personality and how he thought, and the agent had felt certain that the blue hedgehog’s brother would have his hands full. At the very least, he could be prepared to deal with whatever emotional storms might surface. “Keep an eye on him. Make sure he takes care of himself.” The fox might look confused at the almost tender way Shadow had said that, and the worried glance the agent sent in the already departed hedgehog’s way, but if there was anything he knew it was trauma. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Sonic was damaged.
Tails wished Shadow had been wrong. Sonic had tended to his aches and bruises, indulged in his favourite food, watched TV and napped a lot. That made sense after the ordeal he’d been through, as the young fox doubted he’d slept well in that hellhole of a brothel. But it was of little comfort to the fox that his brother was trying to return to his normal life, as he could always tell when something was wrong with him. Sonic was trying too hard to smile and carry on, only talked when Tails started the conversation, and before the end of the week his worries were confirmed as Sonic started sleeping more and more.
Sonic’s bruises had faded thanks to his excellent healing, but he started coming downstairs less and less, until he stopped leaving his bedroom altogether. Tails tried everything he could to get him to come out, but his brother was rooted to his bed, and the only words he could coax out of him were a dull-sounding “I’m fine.” It seemed Sonic did nothing but sleep and stare at his sheets now, which was bad enough, but after he missed a full day of meals Tails knew he was in over his head.
Desperate, he picked up the phone then put it down, trying to think of who, if anyone could help. He didn’t dare expose Cream to what Sonic had faced, so Vanilla was out of the question. Knuckles was practical and would do everything he could to get the depressed hedgehog back on his feet, but perhaps he was a little TOO practical. The echidna and hedgehog were as much rivals as friends, and had very different opinions on mostly everything. Big might as well be no help at all. Amy- chaos, Amy. Tails wouldn’t be surprised if she insisted on moving in to nurse her ‘poor sonikku’ back to health with love, tender care and her usual crushing cuddles. THAT was the LAST thing Sonic needed right now. Silently pleading for his brother’s sake, he picked up the phone and called Rouge’s club to ask for Shadow’s help.
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