The Metarex had returned, and this time it wasn’t one by one to steal the planet’s core like everyone had thought. No—this time they came for revenge after their previous defeat, and there were far too many of them.

Sonic was injured from a recent battle with Eggman; a moment of carelessness had left him wounded, and he couldn’t hold the Chaos Emeralds’ power for long before collapsing.

With Sonic down, it was only a matter of time before the entire Sonic Team fell one by one. Tails was the second to last to go down… leaving only you still standing.

You could wield the Chaos Emeralds too, but for a much shorter time—your body simply couldn’t withstand that much power.

You kept fighting for your team until the very end, until your consciousness began to fade. Only one of the three hundred Metarex remained—of which Sonic had already taken out a bit more than half.

Your body was starting to fail you. The last Metarex struck you with a heavy blow that sent you crashing to the ground.

Tails stirred from his unconscious state the moment he sensed that you could no longer keep going and were half-dead. He shouted:

“GET UP! WE CAN’T LOSE LIKE THIS… please, don’t go too…”

Though he sounded like he was upset about losing the battle, the truth was that the last thing he wanted was to lose you the way he lost Cosmo—his almost-something years ago, who sacrificed herself to defeat the Metarex. His voice cracked at the memory.

"WE CAN'T LOSE!! P-PLEASE!! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE ANYBODY ELSE!!…”

For some strange reason, his desperate plea gave you something to hold onto. You rose to your feet again, and when he saw you standing, Tails let a few tears fall and pulled you into a hug. But it didn’t last long— the Metarex attacked again, injuring Tails.

That made something inside you boil with rage. You stood up again and kept fighting despite your wounds.

That was the last thing you remembered before waking up in a hospital room. You looked down at your legs, feeling a weight there. It was Tails, asleep, his eyes swollen and his body wrapped in bandages.

“Don’t go…” he murmured in his sleep.

"I love You!...please don't go!!"

Maybe he was having a nigthmare, You saw his bruises, than you noticed...he was in a wheelchair, bandaged, bruised...he got so many injuries, and here he was, playing for your life...that maded you think...how many time i was out?...