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"(Y/n)! I'm okay! I swear!"
(Y/n) Wachowski sighed, the released breath quaking in the loss of her beloved patience. She could feel it slipping from her grip she hoped to be tight enough to keep it for the predicament flourishing in the crisp air since the beginning of the day, and inevitable to last until the end.
She held a hand to her forehead, playing with the creases in her skin to ease the pain of the headache she could already predict to be haunting her in soon approach. She took another sigh, her fingertips crawling across her throbbing head reaching her hairline scruffy from stress and lack of sleep the night prior.
With her hastily prepared bun of hair weakly wobbling against the top of her head in the vivid natural shade of (h/c) she possessed, she ran a finger through a rogue strand to ease the frustration ready to pounce. But how could she stay mad at the adorable face staring at her from the side she refused to acknowledge to calm herself down?
She turned to Sonic, the little hedgehog wrapped in the warmth of his duvet. It creased at his waist against his body sat up aggressively to prove his statement of definite perfect condition, the tiny pout crinkling his lips in the abyss of cream fur against the soft cerulean of the rest of his body forcing a giggle from (Y/n)'s chest.
He crossed his arms like a toddler being told off by a parent, although (Y/n) hadn't quite reached that stage. They folded over the oversized shirt shaded a salmon pink and buttoned up to where his fur blended from blue to peach across his stomach to substitute his usual Vin Diesel attire while it took a trip to the wash, something else the hedgehog currently wasn't happy about.
His toes poked out from the edge of his crimson blanket, thickened recently to withstand the chill in the air, which could have been a suspect for the cause of the current situation. Sonic gave a sniff, playing with the edge of his duvet and acting like nothing was clearly wrong until he could no longer ignore the need to bring a wrist to his muzzle and wipe away what trickled from his nose.
(Y/n) gazed to him with reluctance to take another deep breath of composure. Her galaxies of (e/c) met his interstellar black holes surrounded by planets alive in luscious green plant life. They were sadly, and strongly, bloodshot. Sonic gave another sniff, and by the sounds of it also held back a sneeze that would surely blow his cover of being perfectly fine like he claimed, as (Y/n) heard a jitter in his breath clouded over in sickness.
His chest sounded blocked, so she dreaded to think what it must feel like. She could imagine his discomfort, able to interpret his breathing struggles through the creaks in each one and the clogged up system surprisingly still able to glow in that evidence. Discharge of each nostril trickled down as he brought his wrist up again to hastily wipe it away to where the rather clean texture of his gloves wrinkled over.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! I'm fine!"
Sonic's voice sounded groggy. It shone with every aspect of his illness, giving away everything he attempted to keep secretive about how he really felt; a choke between the sentences because he struggled to breathe, a sniff as the statement concluded, and a tone ablaze with frustration.
(Y/n) gathered the medicines and other medical equipment awaiting their unavoidable utilisation, raising herself from the end of Sonic's bed to finally put them to use. She pounced on the chance alive in the air since Sonic seemed zoned out, the sickness getting the better of the operation of his brain. All the more need to help him out...
But the open opportunity soon lost such an ability, Sonic jerking around with a panic as he noticed (Y/n) suddenly by his side. His body quaked as she poured the medicine from the bottle into the spoon so stained with past liquidised therapeutics it was clear it would be a professional for a smooth delivery.
That is, if this little hedgehog would keep still...
(Y/n) crouched by his side, the spoon appearing like a demon through his eyes drained slightly of vibrance edging closer. Sonic squeaked, launching under the duvet with the drop of energy he had left. (Y/n) rolled her (e/c) orbs to the mountain of trembling quills under the blanket, each breath escaping the cracks between the duvet and the mattress aching with struggle.
"Sonic, please, this will help you!" (Y/n) groaned, feeling like she were to be hanging from her last straw as it grew thinner by the second.
She didn't want to snap on him, but she didn't want to have to see him in this state for the rest of the day or perhaps even longer if he didn't take the chance to simply drink what she gave him. He didn't answer the statement she hoped to be convincing, only with a few coughs and straggled breaths muffled under the duvet creating an unhealthy amount of heat that would fail to assist his breathing difficulty.
(Y/n) slid her hand under the blanket where a gap between itself and the mattress already belonged, pulling it up just a little higher to crouch down and peek underneath. Sonic was curled in the darkness hued with red and with comforting warmth flying out from the breakage of the relationship between the duvet and the silky mattress.
(Y/n) balanced her chin to the bed to block any more from escaping, unable to keep her face serious as she positioned the blanket as a hood. She wheezed a giggle, Sonic's legs brought around to his face with his muzzle buried in this hands acting as a pillow. He huffed in annoyance, a tiny achoo breaking the frustration. She couldn't restrain a mental admitting that it had to be the cutest state she had ever been blessed to see him in, even though he was sick...
"Please?" (Y/n) pleaded in a whisper turning serious, feeling out of breath herself.
Sonic slowly swivelled around any way he could in the restricted space of the cave in the blanket he'd compressed himself into, a deep sigh turning into a light cough purposefully aimed away from (Y/n) before he turned to her completely.
Their eyes connected, and his dribbling nose was inches away from tapping (Y/n)'s, but she didn't mind. She gazed into the mystical wonderland of green alive in Sonic's while he stared into the crisp universe of (e/c) thriving in hers, but (Y/n) felt a stab to her heart at his drained hue.
Sonic rolled said eyes, bringing a gloved hand to his nose for the material becoming dyed in a more ivory shade than cleansed white to mop up some more goo aglow in sickness.
"Okay..." He whispered, so faintly, but audible, with a creak of a sore throat.
He breathed out another cough afterwards, an elated (Y/n) bringing the spoon under the blanket. Sonic edged back a little, both to shoot another sneeze in the opposite direction and to avoid the inevitable consumption of the medicine appearing thicker and more slimy than the remnants of his sneezes, which he believed to be impossible.
(Y/n) kept her chin to the mattress and her head through the duvet, awaiting Sonic to take a sip off the tip of the utensil. He examined it, leaning his head to gaze at either side of the spoon, although he knew it would make no difference and just felt the need for more of a delay.
He examined the unusual cerise shade slightly visible against the rusted spoon and gave it a sniff, the tiny breath through his tiny nose crawling through the tiny cracks it could pass through in his blocked nostrils.
"What flavour is it?"
(Y/n) sighed into a smile. "Strawberry."
A small grin broke the concerned frown across Sonic's fuzzy muzzle. He didn't mind such a fruit to be adding its taste to something like this, so his approach towards it lightened up. He took another sniff before leaning close enough to drink it, (Y/n) tipping the spoon upwards for the thickened liquid coloured with a hint of crimson from the flavouring to slide neatly into his mouth.
Sonic sat perfectly upright, his tongue exploring his mouth with a more disgusted expression plastered across his face as hints of the flavour he would not guess to be strawberry clinged into his saliva. (Y/n) giggled, the spoon returning to the bedside cabinet with the lid firmly in the bottle. Sonic shook his head with eyes scrunched closed, (Y/n) breaking out in a fit of laughter.
"Delicious, huh?" She joked through a chuckle, Sonic shaking his head in more of a disagreement than attempted removal of the taste.
He soon slithered out from under the duvet, throwing his head back down to the pillow, relieved as the taste faded. Another sneeze blurted out from his nose aching because of it as he collided with the cushion, like there were to be some button amongst his quills to activate it. He groaned, rubbing his closed eyes also throbbing with the backs of his wrists before a yawn broke his disapproving frown apart.
(Y/n) leant back down next to him as Sonic brought the duvet right up to his chest. "Maybe you should get some more sleep..."
Sonic's eyes widened as he shot up from his comfortable position perfectly ready for sleeping. The colour flourished back into his eyes just for a second, but soon died out into the saturated emeralds that suddenly advertised his state of being ill.
"But I'm fine! I don't need more sleep! I'm-" He argued, until (Y/n) brought a hand to the top of his head with a sshh.
She weaved her fingers between his smaller quills embedded in the cerulean fur coating the larger shapes to the back of his head in a manner she knew to calm him. It was a little trick she learnt by accident and had kept up her sleeve ever since for occasions like this. It worked like magic, the hyperactive hedgehog silencing immediately at the touch.
A big goofy smile controlled his face and his eyes slipped closed. Sonic slanted backwards, sliding down until his head met the pillow once again. (Y/n) kept up the soothing sshh sounds, and combined with the massage over his quills it worked like a charm. Sonic brought his fingers to the edge of the duvet with a deep sigh, a breath that no longer quivered or quaked or squeaked with the sense of a sore throat, bringing it right up to his fluffy cheeks as he leant his head to the side.
They stayed like this for a while. A good ten minutes. (Y/n) kept an eye on his breathing, moving her hand from his head to his side and back up again every few minutes. It gently raised her hand up and down, so swiftly. It felt untouched by illness and sounded like normal, no longer creaking like a doorframe desparate for oiling and seeming as smooth as a knife through a block of butter.
She checked his face, nestled in the duvet and hidden by the pillow just a little. She brought a tissue to his nose, more traces of sickness trickling out in his sleep, but by the looks of the substance it seemed to be thinning out and the colour was completely clear. (Y/n) rubbed her fingers in and out of his quills just a few more times, absorbing the irresistible softness before she knew it to be best to leave him in untarnished peace.
She brought her nose to his cheek, breathing in the silky scent always alive in his fur without a care in the world if she caught whatever bug had gotten to him. As long as Sonic was well, she wouldn't care about catching a little cold herself. She brought a hand to his forehead, sinking a massaging motion into his quills a final time before planting a tender kiss to his cheek on her way out of his bedroom nestled neatly in the attic.
"Sweet dreams, my little blue devil..."
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Author's Note - As you can see, I am still taking requests, so keep them comin'! I appreciate all your comments and I thank you all again for being so kind and complementary! I'm struggling to think of scenarios for characters like Knuckles and Silver who I haven't done for a while, so if you have any thoughts about those guys or anyone else who hasn't featured in the book yet let me know! We are so close to 50K reads and I can't believe it, and I have a special request for Shadow stored away until we hit that!! 😊😊
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