Each fearful whimper and soft sobbed cry tugged at Feather’s heart strings. He couldn’t tell if Bones was awake or merely dreaming, but it didn’t quite matter. The little hedgehog was in horrid distress, possibly caught between fantasy and reality, if what Neuro told him was true.
Those red eyes, which should have been clear, were clouded and dull. Bones cried out and Feather flinched back, dropping the sheet and fluffing his wings up from agitation.
This was bad, so very very bad.
"Shhhhh-" the hedgehawk whispered slowly, opening his wing carefully. He kept eye contact with Bones the best he could, bringing the large fluffy appendage around to rest along the hog’s back and drape over his shoulders. It crackled, the energy attempting to hold the wing together but Bones’s body was starving. It craved Chaos, large amounts of it, and attempted to suck it out of Feather via his wing.
It hurt that way and the hybrid pulled back, trying to weight his options. Bones needed to be stable again- if he had an emerald he would give it over immediately for the boy to feast on. For now though he’d have to take from Feather’s personal stores. He needed it more at the moment and Feather was willing.
The hedgehawk cooed again to Bones and held his hand out, gently putting it on the hog’s knee and rubbing soothingly with his thumb. Chaos pulled itself out, flowing through the skin on skin contact into Bone’s body.
"Bones, Bones- hey, it’s ok. It’s Feather, you’re alright, it’s just Feather. You’re ok Bones, you’re ok."
His breaths came in quick bursts, heart thumping painfully in his chest as he made an audible swallow. The blanket was hardily over his head anymore, panicky eyes shifting through the darkness of the room as he stilled, uncertain what he was seeing. It was hard to hear anything but his hazardous breathing, his gaze not registering the presence just beside him, not until he felt something press against his back. Bones let out another frightened cry, quills rising as his eyes fell onto the shape next to him. It was too dark to tell who it was and his first reaction was to scramble off the bed.
But what stopped him was the crackle he felt along his back, a familiar feeling washing over him. It had him blinking, confused as to what that was. The feeling wasn’t necessarily bad. Strangely, it was nice and for a moment, it had him breathing normally. He did not feel so weak anymore, giving him just enough energy to cautiously gaze up at the figure, form shaking like a leaf. At first, he wasn’t sure what he saw, but as his eyes began to adjust to the dimness, features began to show; ones that he recognized.
Those wings. He knew him.
The much younger hedgehog finally heard the coos, his expression morphing into one of surprise and relief. It was Feather, he knew him. He even knew his name, was that his name? Red eyes begin to melt into a deep purple as the other placed a hand on his knee which in turn had him glancing down. He was still a bit dazed, doing his best not to blink in hopes of keeping the comforting image of Feather there. This could be a dream, a pleasant dream. It could be him hallucinating, like he had with Neuro. Or maybe Neuro wasn’t a hallucination. But why had that pain that came with those white tiles and robes feel so real, as real Feather’s hand.
“F- Feather? I- I- Is t- that y- you”, hesitantly he met the hedgehawk’s gaze, trying to spot any evidence of a false image.