valenci
02-25-2004, 11:49 AM
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sonic characters. They belong to Sega and the other companies that want to claim them.
Here I am, yet again with another fan fic. I KNOW that this storyline of ‘Sonic is sick and is near dying’ has been used over hundreds of times but I wanted to get in on the action. Hopefully, this will stand out above the rest.
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NOTE: This is in Tails’ point of view.
Undeniable pain, excruciating anguish, and unbearable sorrow. These six words—along with some others—could only provide a brief glimpse into the inner sanctums of my heart. Ever since my best friend Sonic became diagnosed with the sickness life as I knew it before then ceased to exist, now only a comforting memory of how it used to be. From that time on, my life has been filled with heartache. No one could ever blame me for feeling this way; it would be entirely blasphemous to do so. The loss of a cherished companion always causes these feelings to resurrect out of someone’s inner being. The strange part is, Sonic is not gone just yet but he might as well be; he isn’t getting any better and I don’t ever expect him to do so.
You see, a couple of years ago Sonic was stricken with a debilitating disease that rendered him totally disabled. He became bedridden, not even being able to talk without instantly tiring himself out. Astronomically high fevers and re-occurring bouts with bronchitis and other ailments already trouble his already diminishing health. I suppose that the only thing that is prolonging his life is the numerous amount of medication he ahs to ingest on a daily basis. As with any other medication, it costs money—money that neither Sonic or I could afford on out monthly allowances we received from the government for our prior services to protect their capital city of Station Square from Robotnik’s many tirades. For this reason, I had to take a job as a dishwasher as a local restaurant, nothing entirely fancy. However, this lowly occupation paid for only a small fraction of the medication, about one quarter of it I suppose. And of course, if you don’t have to money to pay for something, you don’t get it. This was such a case.
Even though he received most of his required medications everyone knew, including me, that all of this was only delaying the inevitable, he was going to die. There only seemed to be one way to reverse this horrific trend; some sort of a miracle. I never believed in such things; they always seemed to just be simple occurrences, nothing fancy. Yet, there was still some hope in my heart; maybe miracles WERE possible. Maybe—just maybe it would all work out for him in the end. So, the question still remains unanswered, can miracles happen?
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I like this chapter. I’m sorry that this is so short (and somewhat crappy) It may sound like Sonic and Tails are an er… couple but that’s not the case. They’re like brothers… Yeah… brothers…. :wink:
Here I am, yet again with another fan fic. I KNOW that this storyline of ‘Sonic is sick and is near dying’ has been used over hundreds of times but I wanted to get in on the action. Hopefully, this will stand out above the rest.
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NOTE: This is in Tails’ point of view.
Undeniable pain, excruciating anguish, and unbearable sorrow. These six words—along with some others—could only provide a brief glimpse into the inner sanctums of my heart. Ever since my best friend Sonic became diagnosed with the sickness life as I knew it before then ceased to exist, now only a comforting memory of how it used to be. From that time on, my life has been filled with heartache. No one could ever blame me for feeling this way; it would be entirely blasphemous to do so. The loss of a cherished companion always causes these feelings to resurrect out of someone’s inner being. The strange part is, Sonic is not gone just yet but he might as well be; he isn’t getting any better and I don’t ever expect him to do so.
You see, a couple of years ago Sonic was stricken with a debilitating disease that rendered him totally disabled. He became bedridden, not even being able to talk without instantly tiring himself out. Astronomically high fevers and re-occurring bouts with bronchitis and other ailments already trouble his already diminishing health. I suppose that the only thing that is prolonging his life is the numerous amount of medication he ahs to ingest on a daily basis. As with any other medication, it costs money—money that neither Sonic or I could afford on out monthly allowances we received from the government for our prior services to protect their capital city of Station Square from Robotnik’s many tirades. For this reason, I had to take a job as a dishwasher as a local restaurant, nothing entirely fancy. However, this lowly occupation paid for only a small fraction of the medication, about one quarter of it I suppose. And of course, if you don’t have to money to pay for something, you don’t get it. This was such a case.
Even though he received most of his required medications everyone knew, including me, that all of this was only delaying the inevitable, he was going to die. There only seemed to be one way to reverse this horrific trend; some sort of a miracle. I never believed in such things; they always seemed to just be simple occurrences, nothing fancy. Yet, there was still some hope in my heart; maybe miracles WERE possible. Maybe—just maybe it would all work out for him in the end. So, the question still remains unanswered, can miracles happen?
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I like this chapter. I’m sorry that this is so short (and somewhat crappy) It may sound like Sonic and Tails are an er… couple but that’s not the case. They’re like brothers… Yeah… brothers…. :wink: