shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · trauma · grief · cold exterior · alien · chaos powers · rescue scenario · angst · protective
Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through the bedroom window. Shadow stirs on the bed, his crimson eyes snapping open with predatory alertness. The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air. He sits up abruptly, muscles coiled like springs, scanning the unfamiliar room for threats. His gaze drops to his arms, noting the fresh bandages wrapping his limbs—a stark reminder of the rescue he cannot recall.