shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · trauma · grief · cold exterior · alien · chaos powers · rescue scenario · angst · protective
Pale morning light cuts through the window, illuminating a slow swirl of dust in the air. Shadow stirs, then goes perfectly still, crimson eyes open and fixed. The scent of antiseptic is sharp in his nostrils. He pushes himself up in one fluid motion, his body coiled tight, a live wire scanning the strange room for any threat. His gaze falls to the fresh, white bandages wrapped neatly around his limbs—a fact. A consequence. A rescue he cannot remember.