Red and Blue make Purple

Nothing Like A Sick Day…

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Emotional Drabble Prompt: Sonamy 13 &/or 28. :) For 28 maybe Sonic is feverish and is totally out of it? If you have a different idea you want to do instead though then go for it. :D Please keep everything PG rated. Thanks!

This is a request from @shannonallaround from this prompt list. Sorry it took so long to do, but I hope you like it!

Note: Requests are closed. Sorry!

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It was difficult taking care of Sonic the Hedgehog when he was sick. Amy should know; she’d been doing it all day.

The blue hero had recently caught a cold, and it was up to her to nurse him back to health. It sounded like a simple task, but Amy knew better. Sonic already hated staying put for even a short period of time, so being trapped in a bed for two days was like cruel and unusual punishment. She had already caught him trying to escape several times that day, and every time she managed to get him back to his room, she always found him sneaking towards the door again. It wasn’t until she convinced him to take medicine for his dry cough and stuffy nose that he passed out in his bed, ensuring that he would stay put for at least a couple hours.

Amy always had patience with her friends, especially with Sonic. Even with her somewhat short temper she could keep a cool head in certain situations. This one, however, was just about to drive her up the wall. She had never seen Sonic be so difficult to work with. He cooperated more when she attempted to teach him how to swim a while back, and he hated water! He was lucky that she loved him so much, otherwise he would probably be fighting this cold on his own.

Since she didn’t have to worry too much about keeping an eye on the blue blur, Amy was able to finish the chicken soup she had been cooking up for him. She ladled some into a bowl, and she put that, along with his medicines and a glass of water, on a tray before taking them to his room.

Sonic was still sound asleep in his bed when she walked in. His eyelids fluttered a little, and soft snores escaped his lips as he slept. His cheeks were still rosy red and sweat beaded his forehead, though he was bundled up to his nose under his blankets. Despite being sick, he looked pretty peaceful…that was, until he felt a prod on his shoulder. He cracked his eyes open to see the blurry form of Amy Rose setting the tray on his nightstand.

“Come on, Sonic, wake up. It’s time to take your medicine again,” she was saying as she opened the bottle of cough syrup.

Sonic wrinkled his nose at the mention of the disgusting liquid, and he pulled his blanket over his head as he moaned a ‘no’.

Amy looked over at him with a frown, and she pulled the blanket off of his head. “Sonic, come on. You don’t want to be stuck in bed all day, do you?”

“I could leave now, y'know,” he said as he sat up, his voice still a little groggy from just waking up. “I’ve already told you I’m f-” Sonic paused as his eyes widened, and a second later he let out a loud sneeze…and another…and a third…and a fourth. “…fine…”

“Sure you are,” Amy said with a smirk as she offered him a box of tissues.

Sonic gave her a sheepish smile as he took one from the box. He raised it to his nose, but just before he blew, he froze as his eyes locked onto something near the end of the bed. He could have sworn he saw a motobug roll by on the floor…

“Sonic?”

The blue blur looked back at Amy, seeing the concerned look on her face. “You okay?”

“Yeah…just thought I saw something,” he replied slowly, glancing back at the floor near the bed before looking back at Amy again. She handed him the little cup of medicine, and he drank it in one swig, grimacing and smacking his lips at the taste. He went for the water she offered him, drinking that in one go as well. It didn’t completely kill the flavor, but at least it was bearable now.

“Why don’t you come out for a little while?” Amy suggested as she took the glass from his hand and put it back on the tray. “You could use a change of scenery, and you can eat your soup out there.”

“You’re not worried that I’m gonna try and escape again?” Sonic asked with a raised brow.

Amy met his gaze boldly with a smirk as she picked up the tray. “Don’t worry. I’ve caught you before, I can definitely do it again.” She turned toward the door, and Sonic rolled his eyes with a smirk of his own before throwing the covers off of himself. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and they groaned in protest as he got to his feet and tottered out the door after Amy. He swiped a gloved wrist over his eyes to rid them of the blurriness as they went into the living room, though once he dropped his hand back to his side, he stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes widened.

Amy set the tray down on the coffee table and headed back to the kitchen. Before she could take a step, however, a pair of arms wrapped around her before tackling her to the carpeted floor.

“What the- Sonic, what are you doing?!”

“That buzz bomber was about to shoot you!”

“Buzz bomber?” Amy lifted her face up from the carpet and looked around the room, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. “Sonic, there’s no buzz bomber in here.”

“Yes there is! It’s right there!” He pointed at something in the corner of the room.

Amy looked to where he was pointing, and an unamused look came across her face. “…that’s a scarf.”

“No, that’s totally a buzz bomber. I can prove it!” Sonic’s arms and legs shook as he got up off of Amy and homing attacked at the coat rack by the front door. Due to being sick, however, his aim was off, so he ended up bouncing off the wall next to the rack and crashing to the floor with a thud. The impact shook the coat rack, and a light blue scarf fell off one of the hooks, landing on Sonic’s face as he laid on the floor.

Amy stifled a giggle as she made her way over to Sonic. She retrieved the scarf that had fallen on him and held it up so he could see. “Is this your buzz bomber?”

The blue blur only smiled sheepishly at her, and his rosy cheeks seemed even brighter.

Amy finally let her laugh out as she helped him to his feet. “C’mon, let’s get some soup into you before you attack the coffee table next.”

Within a few minutes, Sonic was sat on the couch, the warm bowl of soup in his hands as he ate and watched the TV. Glad that he wasn’t acting crazy anymore, Amy went on to clean up the kitchen where she cooked. She wasn’t surprised to hear footsteps behind her minutes later, followed by a soft clink as a bowl was set down on the island.

“Thanks for the soup, Ames. That really hit the spot,” Sonic spoke up.

Amy giggled as she looked back at him. “You’re welcome!” She expected him to be giving her his usual grin, but instead she saw him staring out the open window into the backyard. “You’re not thinking about escaping again, are you?” she asked with a frown.

“No…but why is Eggman in the backyard?”

“What?” Amy dried her hands on a towel before joining Sonic at the window. She couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her lips as she looked at the tree sapling in the middle of the backyard. Its short height and dying leaves from the fall gave it a surprising yet hilarious resemblance to their enemy.

“Is that him right there?” she asked, still tittering as she pointed at the sapling.

“Yes, that’s him!” Sonic exclaimed excitedly. His eyebrows furrowed as he continued looking at the tree. “Why’s he here? He’s just staring at us…” He glanced over at Amy, a slightly worried look on his face. “He doesn’t know I’m sick, does he?”

“I doubt it.” Amy grabbed his hand, and she started leading him back to the living room. “He’s probably just passing through, so why don’t we just leave him be?”

“No!” Sonic pulled out of her grip, and he wore a serious expression…or, at least as serious as he could look with his cheeks flushed pink and the slightly drowsy look in his eyes. “He might try to spring a surprise attack or something! I don’t care if I’m down for the count at the moment, I still have to protect you.”

His stern state shocked Amy, making her bite back the protest forming on her tongue. Even when he was sick and loopy, Sonic was still the Sonic she knew and loved. It made her smile, as well as shake her head as she finally gave in. “Alright…but don’t do anything stupid.”

“Promise.” He finally smiled at her before taking a seat at the island. He stayed there for quite a while, his green eyes never leaving the little sapling. Amy continued cleaning, but as the sun started to set, she managed to get Sonic away from the window and to his bed, saying he needed to get more rest.

Sonic woke up the next morning, mostly better, yet the blush remained on his cheeks as he remembered everything that had happened the previous day.

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I don’t trust Maroon 5

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why

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Well first of all there’s 7 band members, not 5. That’s not why I don’t trust them, I just think it’s weird.

Now getting to the point, do you know how many top 100 hits Maroon 5 has had? A lot. They’re even on billboards top 100 artists of all time (ALL TIME). And it’s understandable, because pretty much every song they put out is fucking awesome. Sugar, Don’t Wanna Know, Moves Like Jagger, Payphone, This Love, She Will Be Loved, Cold, Animals, Maps, Misery, Harder to Breathe, Never Gonna Leave This Bed… to name a FEW.

These shitheads have been popping out jams since I was a little kid. Well over a decade worth of killer music. Every other song I hear on the radio is Maroon 5. It’s always Maroon 5. And I fucking love it. I love all their songs. Everyone does, they’re awesome.

But here’s the thing. They’re never the top selling artists. On the top 100 list, they’re only in the 40s. They very rarely have a number 1 hit. They’re considered good, I suppose….. but not great. Not the best.

How many people have you heard say Maroon 5 is their favorite band? For me it’s zero. For many of you, it’s zero. If you’re thinking to yourself “what? No I love them, they’re my fave!” Are you sure? Are you really sure? They’re your absolute complete FAVORITE band ever??? I doubt it. You’re just saying that because the band is on your mind now. If I asked you your fave band any other time you’d come up with another answer. Everyone always does.

But they SHOULD be everyone favorites. Look at all of those songs. They’ve got so many top hits. Everyone loves their music. Everyone sings along and knows the songs. They should be my favorite band, I think I like more of their songs than of my actual favorite artist. But they are not my favorite. They are no ones favorite.

I think they made a deal with someone. Satan? God? A dude down an alleyway? Who knows. But I believe they made a deal to ensure everyone would love their music. And we do. It’s great music.

But the twist is that they’ll never truly be recognized as one of the best. Sure, their songs will play on the radio and everyone will sing along. They’ll have sold out concerts. Plenty of fans. But not enough. They’ll be just good. Never great. Never the best. Even if they should be our favorite, they never will be. They’ll never sell enough albums or have their songs reach as high on the billboards as they should. Everyone loves their music, per the agreement. But no one loves them.

I hope Adam Levine knows I’m on to him. I know what he did.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Nothing Like A Sick Day…