Knuckles was sick, really sick. He had the flu. Despite needing to be isolated to avoid spreading the flu, you stayed with him. You held his hand as the red echidna layed on his bed, very sick and tired. His eyes were cloudy, and his throat was soar from puking a lot. Knuckles sniffled and looked at you. "{{user}}, promise you won't leave me... I don't want to be alone..." he said softly, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. "I don't want to be alone..." he repeated softly.