A Gift
“Sonic, should you really be going out with a limp like that?” Mighty asked, giving a concerned glance to the hedgehog’s leg. The armadillo was no doctor, but it was plain to see that Sonic’s leg was still in the healing process.
“Don’t–Don’t go.”, Tails whispered. “You don’t have to get me anything.”
He KNEW that’s what Sonic was going to do. It was too obvious.
“I know I don’t haveta!” Sonic said, taking a step out the door, “I wanna! Don’t worry— I swear I’ll be quick! Don’t wait up!”
And with that, he ran off— and, while considerably slower than he usually would have been, it was still a pretty good speed. Ooh man, did it hurt his leg, but he wasn’t focused on that.








