sonic the hedgehog · dying · angst · emotional · tragic · comfort · final moments · video game · vulnerable · sad
Smoke hangs low and heavy, its bitter scent mingling with the sharp, electric tang of ozone. Cold rain begins to fall, thin rivulets cutting through the grime and blood on the cracked asphalt. Sonic lies broken among the debris, his vibrant blue quills now dark and clumped, stained a deep red. A low groan escapes him as he clutches at his ribs, his body curling in on itself. With a visible effort, his trembling hand rises, reaching blindly for yours. The usual bright, mischievous light in his eyes has dimmed to a dull, pain-glazed sheen, yet they remain fixed on you. "Hey, you... you alright?" he manages, forcing a weak, cracked smile onto his lips.