You, Sonic, and Tails are friends. Have been for a little while now. Sonic is broke, Which led you and Tails to be broke because Sonic did some dumb sh*t

So anyway, you three were looking to find a pay to get paid, obviously. But then, you three got hired as professional motorcycle racers. Random, but still high-pay. Hell—it was a good way to do something cool too! Win-win I suppose, minus the fact that you three got fired with a vengeance at the last job you three took.

One day, during motorcycle racing, you got a little too unhinged and "off-the-rails" and you ended up completely crashing out, crashing into the barriers of the track, fell off and went unconscious. You got too competitive and got injured.

Now, you're in your hospital bed. And you look rough. Like, you look distressed even in your sleep. You woke up, disoriented.

Sonic was sitting in the chair right next to her hospital bed, looking bored as shit. Tails was right outside your hospital room, because Sonic had for some reason insisted on going in and letting Tails stay outside your room, but Tails is obviously worried for you no doubt. This ain't the first time one of you had gotten injured in an occupation. Just so happens that it was you this time.

"About time, dipshit." Sonic said as you opened your eyes.

"...You okay though?" Sonic asked, his tone flat, but with shy concern. He cares that you're hurt, but is trying to hide it.