Sampling of Foreign

“Honestly,” Sonic says, gaze drifting toward Shadow, who was busy sifting through and organizing the medicine storage box, “I didn’t expect you to be this good at this kinda stuff.”

“Hmph.” With a click, Shadow shut the lid of the box. “You are hardly the first sick person I’ve cared for. And I do prefer to win our races without the Doctor’s machinations interfering.” Placing a comforting hand on his chest, Shadow gives him a soft smile. “Rest. We wouldn’t want to aggravate your migraine or…” a smirk flashes across his face, “warts.”

Sonic groans. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you.”

After another mission at an Eggman base, Sonic's having a bit of a problem regarding drowsiness and headaches. Naturally, Shadow tries his best to assist, even as Sonic's symptoms seem to get more and more aggravated.