Shadow's P.O.V.
"SONIC!!!"

I chaos controlled inside and held Sonic. I didnt care about the queen. I did not care that I wasnt supposed to be seen and that I could had gotten that friend of Sonics in trouble for bringing me there.

The guards and Aleena ran to me once the cells were opened. Aleena tried to get near us but I glared at her.

I wasnt afraid of her. I didnt care if she would lock me in.

Zeth had told me about what Sonic had been doing and had took me to talk to him. But once we got there, it was too late to stop him.

I didnt say a word nor did I even bother to. I immediately chaos controlled to the hospital and shouted for the doctors. They came rushing to me and took Sonic to a room.

I was so mad, so tired, so hurt and sad over this that I chaos controlled back to them. I couldnt control myself anymore.

"Why cant you understand how your son feels? Do you think it is easy for him to act and say these things to you?! I dont care about who you are! I dont even care if you can get myself killed! Sonic was fine with me! You put him through so many things that he decided to do this!" I snapped... At the Queen.

She looked at me and was about to say something when that guy stopped her and butt in.

"You cant-" I stopped him too.

"You shut your mouth before I kill you." I gave him a death glare. He stopped. "I cannot believe the Queen led his son to try to commit suicide. This is too much stress for him! You know, all the time Sonic was with me, he would always tell me how he admired how stress free you were, how happy and gentle and understanding you were with others! He admired you! Show that side of yourself to your son, will you? Be an actual mother and realize that he needs to live HIS life!" I panted from how furious he is.

Tears were streaming down my muzzle without my consent.

"I cant lose him. I cant bare losing him. I love your son, and when he gets better, which I know he will because he always does, I will never let him get near you again." I couldnt care less whether the guards were pointing at me with their guns or about the furious yet hurt expression the Queen was giving me.

She raised her hand as she looked at me. As if she was going to order her guards to shoot...

And then...