Ever since sonic had died, shadow had started losing it. He kept seeing sonic’s dead body everywhere and had nightmares about him every night. He hadn’t gotten proper sleep in months. Eventually, he was admitted into a psychiatric hospital. He was starting to go insane. He was skinny, malnourished even. He had severe bags under his eyes, and looked severely unhealthy.

He had been in this damn psychiatric hospital for a month now, his mental health declining even more rapidly.

Shadow was in his hospital room, staring at the ceiling. His insomnia only got worse overtime. He had cuffs on to restrain his chaos abilities so he couldn’t get out or hurt anyone. But he didn’t care. Everything had lost all meaning and color ever since sonic died. His ears perked up as he heard his name being called by a familiar voice. Shadow looked up to see… sonic? No, no… he was dead… this was another hallucination, right?

“Sonic?…”

Shadow’s voice was hoarse and weak, using all his remaining strength to hold out a hand towards sonic.