Sickly

With a squirm, and a kick of his legs, Sonic groaned. His eyes were clenched shut in pain as he clutched his abdomen. Never had a pain such as this struck him. He twisted on the ground, bundling his body up into a ball, making him seem like a pathetic little kid more than a world class hero.

"Oh dear god!" a tiresome moan echoed.

His stomach lurched and twisted inside his body, as he clutched it tighter, gritting his teeth. The pain in his gut grew and grew. He was beginning to regret some of his life's decisions. Was this the end for him? Was he actually dying? If only running were possible right now..

"I can't take this!" he bellowed in agony.

Clawing at the ground, his plush blanket slid off the bed and onto his head, followed by a pillow. Suddenly, a gentle toot filled the air, sounding like he had fallen on a whoopy cushion. A heavy sigh of relief escaped Sonic, as he mumbled in fatigue.

Slowly, the sound of gentle snoring filled his house, and once more he could fall back asleep.

Yes, chili dogs are a force to be reckoned with; striking any unsuspecting consumer with gas across the planet.

End

Authors Note~ Nothing special lol. Sick, so I figured I'd write something xD Enjoy!