I woke up with the sun shining through my east window, the lights off but the room bright, the covers slightly too hot as the fan blew at top speed. I pushed myself out of bed, and lay on the floor; this was a normal routine for me. Ever since I was really little, my back had hurt when I woke up. I found that, oddly enough, laying on the floor helped this problem.
"Maybe I should see a doctor about that one of these days," I muttered, pulling myself up and giving the door a light nudge; as it slid open, I saw that everything out side of my room was slightly too quiet.
"What? Sonic?" I called for my brother, realizing there was not another sound in the house. I ran down the stairs, taking them three at a time. When I pivoted into the kitchen, horror struck my face.
My brother was laying on the ground, his breathing labored.
"I just put my emerald down...I didn't see yours...and then...."
I reached over to touch his shoulder, and it was hotter than it had ever felt before.
"Lemme take your temp--" I tried to say, but was cut off by the ball of energy beginning to form in the middle of the space between us.
"Maybe I should see a doctor about that one of these days," I muttered, pulling myself up and giving the door a light nudge; as it slid open, I saw that everything out side of my room was slightly too quiet.
"What? Sonic?" I called for my brother, realizing there was not another sound in the house. I ran down the stairs, taking them three at a time. When I pivoted into the kitchen, horror struck my face.
My brother was laying on the ground, his breathing labored.
"I just put my emerald down...I didn't see yours...and then...."
I reached over to touch his shoulder, and it was hotter than it had ever felt before.
"Lemme take your temp--" I tried to say, but was cut off by the ball of energy beginning to form in the middle of the space between us.