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Eyes chapter 6
Sonic sat by Knuckles’ bedside all through the night and morning, while the others sat in the lobby, waiting for Sonic to tell them when their friend awoke, like Sonic had promised. By some miracle, the men in the ambulance were able to revive Knuckles and keep him stable until he reached the hospital. Surgery lasted 6 straight hours before his injuries were fixed, where he was then brought to his own hospital bed to recover.
Sonic awoke from a light nap to find sunlight pouring in through the hospital window and the faint sound of birds chirping outside. He yawned and stretched his arms, before looking to Knuckles. He was fast asleep under the covers, and Sonic smiled a smile of relief when he saw the blankets on top of the strong echidna rise and fall regularly. He’d made it through the first night, a promising sign that he was going to be okay.
Sonic sat up straight in the chair and looked down at his friend.
Luckily, the cut on Knuckles’ neck wasn’t too deep
Eyes chapter 5
(PS, this chapter is in Knuckles' Point of view, if you couldn't already tell.)
There was a bright flash.
“Please, somebody, call an ambulance! This is serious!!”
My eyesight was so blurry and dark; I could hear my heartbeat pounding and my own struggling breaths ringing in my ears; my eyesight blurred for a slight second with each loud thump of my heart. I could see Sonic’s blue form… he looked down at me with tears in his eyes and panic on his face. He looked up and away from me; oh everything was rushing by in a blur so fast. I wanted to call out to him; to beg him not to leave me, but I couldn’t seem to form words and they caught in my throat. All I could do was remain still and listen to my own weak breathing. Then everything went black again.
“Quickly boys, load him on. We have to get him to the hospital, and fast!
I felt a hard jerking, and
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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