The young hedgehog stood alone in the empty halls, watching as men in white went by him and women in soft colored shrubs following suit. They were all moving pretty fast; but in his head, they were slow, almost not moving at all. And they just went passed him, like ghosts. The grip around the blood-stained goggles tightened as his fur prickled. "Where…is he?"

A young nurse caught wind of his mumbling question and turned to him. "May I help you?" She spoke in a gentle, kind hearted tone.

He looked up at her, tears falling down his face. "Where is he?" His voice grew louder and more frantic.

The nurse looked around, puzzled. "I'm sorry; I don't know who you are talking about."

He shook his head, lifting the goggles to the woman's view. "Where's Eggman?!" He let of gasp. "I-I'm sorry."

She nodded. "No need to be. We are still examining him, so you'll have to wait here." She led Sonic to a small room with a large window on the wall and a TV with the news playing in the background. "We'll have a doctor come in and ask you a few questions while he gets a room."

Sonic bowed his head, thanking the woman. His ear twitched to the TV, his gaze at the blood-stained Goggles. "We have yet to get any information on the accident. The victim in question is still unknown and whether they are still alive or not. We'll bring you more news as soon as we receive them."

He brought the goggles close to his chest, closing his eyes to avoid more tears to fall. "I don't want to recall any of that…it is painful enough just being here."

A man walked it, making the hedgehog flinch. He looked like all the other men in the hall ways; tall and wearing white. "He's hanging in there, but what happened is what I am wondering." He was talking to Sonic and the hedgehog knew it.

"What do you think? He was struck by a car."

"But WHY, I ask?" Sonic turned away. "Why was he in the street to begin with when he knew there was a car coming by?"

The grip around the goggles tightened as the memory flew in his mind. It seemed so long ago now; he couldn't really remember when it originally happened.

He was chasing Eggman after he had stolen an Emerald, he remembered, telling the man sheepishly, when suddenly the Emerald fell out of his hands. Sonic had taken it, and began running the other way, away from Eggman, but he had tripped, injuring his knee. He didn't known he fell in the street; he would have gotten up sooner.

"Suddenly…I heard his voice." He began to chock up, recalling his name being shouted in a panic. "He…he pushed me out of the way, just as I got back on my feet." The image of the scene sent shivers down his spine. "They…they didn't stop. They just…drove off, as if he was road kill."

The man shifted, looking at the wall. "That doesn't explain why he has that gouge in his Occipital lobe." Sonic flung his head up, frightened. "Well, anyways, we don't know for sure if he will likely live the night."

Sonic's ears fell, his heart sinking. "Please…let me see him!" The man looked down at him, reading his horrified emotion. "I don't want him to go…"

The man sighed, knowing all to well that the man in question of being seen was out cold from what had happened, and that the hedgehog's being there wouldn't help in the least bit, but if the man had failed to wake up, and the hedgehog was not there… "Come on, then. Just remember he is asleep."

Sonic let off a weak smile, following the man into an elevator. He kept a tight grip on the goggles, being it was the only thing he remembered getting after the accident. He remembered which floor they were stopping at, and which room numbers to pass. He was stopped in front of room number 420. "Wait here."

He sat on the chair next to the opening, listening as best as he could. There was a woman's voice, speaking numbers and words not even Tails could understand. But the words he wanted to hear were spoken; that he seems to be coming around. The man came out, and ushered Sonic to join.

Sonic slipped in quietly, finding his long time rival in the hospital bed, as pale as a ghost; his head was resting ever so gently on the pillow, a strange, case-like bandage covering the bald scalp. He had scares all over his face, but they seem to have already started scabbing over. His neck down was covered by a while blanket, with his arms resting on top; needles and wires all hooked up in every which direction. Strange, bulky socks were around his feet, which were poking out, and the rhythmic sound of beeping echoed in the room. The sight was painful and much worse than what he had thought it was going to be. He grew closer, sitting on a chair next to the bed and watched him. He could hear the man's weak yet gentle breathing, in sync with the beeping.

Time must have gone by without him knowing, because Sonic found himself alone with Eggman in the room. He caught wind of this when the dazed man shifted ever so lightly, the beeping growing rapid for only a split second. He placed his hand on Eggman's, feeling how cold it was, and began to rub it gently. "I'm here now, Eggman. I'll not leave you." He gave a weak, broken smile.

His heart skipped as Eggman's eyes opened slightly, looking up at him. His eyes seemed dead and dull they were open nonetheless. He smiled, weakly, gasping lightly for air. "I…am so glad…that you are…alright." His voice was beaten and tired. "I was so…worried."

Sonic shook his head. "There is no need to be, Egg. I'm fine. You'll be better in no time flat." He let off a sigh as he sat back down, rubbing his hand more.

"Thank-you…for making sure…I'm ok…" His voice was almost a whisper before he drifted once again; his breathing and beeping were in sync once again. Sonic found some extra pillows and a blanket in a closet in the room and fixed himself on the chair making a sort of bed out of it; resting his head on the doctor's bed. "I'm here…I'll not leave you."

He watched him as the man rested, twitching ever so lightly from time to time. He knew it was going to be a long night.