Hello, it's time for chapter 2 wahaha. I added a song, the name of it is Daughters Medicine.

Anyway, let's get started.

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Shadow's P.O.V

It's been weeks since I've heard from Sonic. Don't get me wrong it's not like I care.

He's my rival its my job to be curious. Again, he's my rival.

Who cares? Not me. I could give two shits.

Everything goes the wrong way when I talk to him anyway.

We're rivals so we always fight. Even when he tried to make things work.

How dare he. How dare he try to be my friend.

I feel like I should give him a peice of my mind.

Walking I make my way to Sonic's house. I know it's odd that I know his adress but just get with me now.

It was dark. Which was odd. His house was usually all lit up, and he'd be outside napping in the grass.

But it looks so lonely and vacant. Emptiness.

Hesitation over whelms me as I g I towards the door. It's unlocked, so I figure something up and I go inside.

Upon entrance I find myself coughing. The smell of rotten food fills my nostrils.

I gag slightly and continue to enter. Just then I hear a slam and some coughing.

So, what do I do?

I follow the noises of course. Maybe he's sick. But he never gets sick so this is weird.

I feel uncomfortable. In a bad way.

I don't think there's a good way to be uncomfortable is there? Whatever.

I find myself staring into the brightly lit bathroom. My eyes widen watching as my rival vomits into the toilet.

Vomit isn't red.

Vomit is not supposed to be red.

I find myself panicking. Why should I care?

What should I do?

This has never happened before.

What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do.

Inhaling sharply I bend down. "Sonic?" I'm able to get out.

His body stiffens and as soon as he's done puking he lifts his face to look at me.

Dull eyes are staring at me. There empty and so is he.

I'm taken back and I don't know what to say so I stupidly put together a sentence.

"Are you okay?" He laughs bitterly. "Of course."

Stupid question.

Stupid brain.

This is dumb. This is stupid. Leave.

But I can't leave him here like this.

"Want me to get you something?" He nods slightly.

"Reach into my medicine cabinet and grab the 2 white bottles with pink labels will ya'?" Sonic reaches for the silver lever to the left of the toilet and pulls it down flushing the toilet.

I do as he asks, cause I was the one who offered in the first place.

I take the two pill bottles and blink as the labels come into contact with my eyes.

One of them reads, "Nausea" the other only has a large "Z" on the pink paper.

What the hell does that mean?

The original names were torn off and the directions were scribbled on.

What the hell is going on here?

There's gotta be something that I'm missing.

I'm not stupid.

Sonic takes the bottles and pops three pills in his mouth taking a cup of water near the sink and washing it down.

"What are those for?" He narrows his eyes at me. "Why do you care?" Was the snappy reply headed my way.

"I dont." I snap back. "Bit your not fooling me Faker."

I can tell from looking at you how sick you are.

You skin is so pale and you've lost a lot of weight.

The bags under your eyes are a deep purple.

He looks so frail in this state. Like thin paper easily ripped.

I watch as the azure hedgehog before me rolls his eyes.

He's mumbling. I can't hear him.

"Speak louder faker you act like I can hear you." He lifts his head. "I said it's none of your damn business so leave."

What the actual hell. He's never been so intense.

"I'm trying to help you." I bark.

"Well I didn't ask for your help! I'm perfectly fine on my own." My eyes widen as his knees buckle and he falls to the floor. "Hedgehog!"

Frail hands drip the door frame. "This body is so weak... I hate it." He growls out.

I see something that makes everything in my perspective change.

Tears.

Tears are forming in emerald green eyes.

Sonic's fist is trembling and he slams it against his legs. "Useless." And he repeats this.

"Useless. Useless. USELESS." Stop.

I want him to stop. This isn't the Faker I know.

Stop.

"Useless."

Stop it.

"Useless."

God damn it stop.

"Useless!-"

"STOP!"

His eyes widen tears trailing down his face.

"Stop that." I reach for his hand and grip his wrist firmly.

"What the hell is going on?" And he breaks into tears. Sobs.

How do you comfort a person?

All I really can do is be quiet and let him cry it out.

So he cries it all out. And he cries so much that he falls asleep.

Exhausted. And suddenly I feel tired to.

So tired that I don't give a shit and I fall asleep right next to him on the cold floor.