{Sonic's P.O.V.}
I was quietly staring at the wall, my mind was blank as happy memories from me and him replayed in my head.

It hurts me so much.

So so much.

I've lost him.

I've lost myself.

I've lost my sanity.

I'm literally tied up in a white room, where I can't hear anything. Only my breathing and heart's beating.

The pain was taking over my body, the feeling of tears forming in my eyes making everything worse.

I knew there were hidden cameras in the room. I knew I was being watched 24/7. I couldn't break down. I couldn't show them how weak I really was.

This went on for a couple of hours. At least it felt like hours... The tears were rolling slowly down my muzzle, to my chin, and on the floor.

The knot in my throat was making it hard for me to breathe. My eyesight was so blurry that I couldn't see anything.

Fuck this.

I bit my lip tightly when I noticed that I was losing the battle with myself and growled lowly, but that didn't help at all.

I couldn't stop myself and broke down. I started crying quietly, not caring if I was being watched.

This went on and on for hours, I cried myself to sleep, then woke up and cried again.

Life just sucks at this point.

I'm locked in a room, I'm always crying my eyes out, I'm always alone, I'm always tied up.

I just want to get out of here.

~~~
"Mr. Sonic." Said that female again, she must be the nurse that was responsible for me, since she's the only one I've seen so far. "You have shown that your mental state is slowly improving. It's time for you to meet the other patients that we have in this building, so you can remember how to communicate." She said in her normally serious voice.

"Communicate...?" I looked at her and lowered my ears. I thought I was going to be stuck there forever. Like I've seen in the movies. "Me?"

"Of course. Everyone gets a chance to show that they can recover. Everyone can recover if they really want to." She looked at me. "Do you want to recover?"

I stayed quiet as I stared at her, I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if I wanted to go back out there, now that everyone knows what I've done, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to face my friends... My family... Anyone...

"No." I mumbled and looked away. "I like it here..."

"But your actions say otherwise, sir." The woman said calmly but still in a monotone voice. "You seem ready to communicate with our other clients and eat a meal with them. You'll realize that you're actually doing pretty well when it comes to your recovery."

"I don't. I still have the same thoughts. I still want to die, now even more that my friends got me here."

"But they did it for your own good, you needed professional help, and now you have right here, behind this door I'm standing behind." The girl shook her head, her voice finally softening, for some reason it made me feel a little better, but I was still not convinced.

"No." I turned around, giving her my back.

"Well, we have to get you out if there, still. You don't need all this equipment." I heard a small click and the sound of a door opening. "Please, sir. Follow me."

I stayed quiet and didn't move, I didn't want to leave that place. Not at all.

I was confident that she'll leave me alone, but after a bit, I felt the sleeves on the suit loosen and my hands were free. I gasped and my ears perked up when the 'nurse' took off my suit and I looked at her.

She just smiled at me and extended her hand out for me to hold to stand up. "You're not sick, sir. Not like you think you are."

Her words and smile shocked me. I stared at her, not knowing what to say.

"Go on, she's waiting." Dark spoke up with an annoyed tone.

I hadn't heard from him since that day I snapped at the fox...

I hesitantly grabbed her hand and stood up with her help.

"Let's go meet your new friends."