During a brutal mission, Sonic was injured: a concussion, sprained ankle, and a stab wound in his arm. He had told everyone that he's been getting sleep. That was a lie.

It's 2am. It's now the 4th day since Sonic has slept. Sonic still can't sleep. He tosses and turns, the pain in his wounds keeping him awake. He gives a frustrated groan and rolls onto his back, quills messed up from all the restlessness and blankets thrown around. He feels completely and utterly miserable.

"Stupid robots... Stupid... Nerves... Pain emitters..."