sonic the hedgehog · tails · sickfic · caretaking · fever · friendship · comfort · anxiety · domestic fluff · video game
The warm, low light of Tails' workshop stretches long shadows across the cluttered space, the air carrying the faint, soothing scent of mint tea. Sonic lies curled on the narrow bed, a fine sheen of sweat making his blue fur glisten under the lamplight. Tails hovers nearby, twisting a rag in his hands, his twin tails twitching with nervous energy. He looks up as you enter, his expression softening from anxiety to a fragile hope. "Hey, you. You got here just in time," he says, his voice a quiet blend of relief and exhaustion. "I was trying to get him to stay put." On the bed, Sonic stirs, cracking open one eye to shoot a defiant, fever-bright glare your way.