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"What's wrong, Sonikku?" I asked.

His gaze softened a little and didn't say anything before his hugging became a little tight to the point where it felt like he was crushing the air out of me, making me feel like I couldn't breathe.

"Sonic, you're crushing me. I can't...breathe." I say in a strained voice.

Sonic suddenly letted go of me as he looked down at me.

"O-Oh! I'm so sorry, (Y/n)! Are you okay?" Sonic asked as he looked at me with worry over his face.

I nodded after coughing a little bit and taking in a few breaths.

"Yeah...I'm okay." I replied as I looked at him.

Sonic letted out a sigh of relief as he said, "I'm glad."

I noticed he was looking a little dizzy because while when he stood up and  walked over to the kitchen, he was staggering and swaying.

And once in every few minutes, Sonic would take a step with the wrong foot.

I heard him groan when he suddenly collapsed on his knees in the kitchen.

I quickly hurried over to him and shook him a little.

"Sonic! Are you okay?!" I asked him worriedly.

Sonic slowly shook his head as he looked at me in the eyes.

"Can you help me get to the bathroom?" He asked unexpectedly, just out of nowhere.

I nodded, placing his arm around my neck, as I helped him up to his feet before taking him to the bathroom.

And judging by the look on his face, he looked really feverish.

By the time we were in the bathroom, Sonic hurried over to the toilet and started vomiting in it.

I was starting to wonder if he probably ate something that didn't agree with him.

But, then I remembered about the staggering and the swaying when he was walking into the kitchen.

That's not something food would do in order to cause him to stagger and sway.

And he couldn't have dealt with food poisoning because he just bought groceries for us yesterday.

I heard something hit the floor before seeing a brown bottle rolling over to my feet.

When I picked it up, I was surprised that the brown bottle was empty and completely light as a feather.

"Sonic? What's this?" I asked, showing him the bottle.

"Uhh...It's juice." Sonic replied before he suddenly turned away and retched again.

I grew suspicious by the tone of his voice, knowing that he was lying.

I looked at the brown bottle and turned it over to see the label.

"SOONNIIICCC!!! What the hell is this?!" I asked him angrily.

He didn't respond as he looked at me.

"What the fuck were you thinking, leaving the house and getting drunk?! And around nighttime too! Are you stupid and trying to become an alcoholic?!?!" I asked as I scolded him.

"No?" He replied.

I face-plamed myself before tossing the bottle in the trash can.

After he completely stopped vomiting, I grabbed a cup and filled it with water before giving the cup to Sonic once he rinsed his mouth out.

"For now, you're gonna get some rest. I'll be there shortly with some food. They're not gonna be chili dogs though." I say as I helped him stand up before taking him to the bedroom and laying him down on the bed.

"And I better not catch you out of bed either...Got it?"

Sonic nodded in response as he looked at me before rolling over on the bed and dozing off.

I sighed as I walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me, before heading downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Jesus christ, Sonic...Why in the hell did he get drunk for?" I thought to myself as I gathered up all of the ingredients that I needed before I started cooking.

Then another question came into my mind before it started nagging me...

"How much alcohol did he drink anyways?"