Cream's PoV
Making my rounds, I couldn't help thinking of the boy I had met here at the hospital were I work. He had been so sweet to me and only me. The doctors had me tend to him but I didn't mind. All he needed was someone to listen to him. Someone to be his friend.
One year ago
"Here you go Mrs. Donaldson, a nice steaming bowl of noodle soup," I carefully placed the bowl on her table.
"Oh thank you Cream. You are so nice," she said as she sat down.
"You welcome. It's a pleasure helping others," I said happily before I walked out of the room. I was about to go to my cart to give the other patients their dinner when the doctors ran past with a yellow boy fox, maybe a year older than me, to urgent care. I always get nervous when I see this happen but this time my heart felt a sudden pang, as if he had been a real close friend of mine.
Few weeks later
I was going to the new patients room. I learned that his name was Miles 'Tails' Prower and in a few words isn't a very good patient. He didn't want anyone around him, if a doctor got near he would start yelling and cursing.
I gulped as I stood in front of his door. 'Come on Cream! All this boy needs is someone to listen. Someone here that he could can his friend.'
Before I stepped in I lightly knocked on the door, I could hear him mumbling with in the room. As I walked in though he stopped.
"What do you want," he demanded. His head, left arm, and chest were wrapped in bandages.
"I'm here to give you your dinner and medicine," I said getting his stuff from my cart.
"I don't want any of that hospital food!" he yelled.
"Well, you're not going to get better if you don't eat. Now open up!" I said as I held a spoon of macaroni to his face.
" I can feed myself, Thank you very much!" he grabbed my hand and I felt my heart skip. I Looked at him and he had a slight blush on his white fur.
I gave him the spoon and looked away. ' what's with you Cream! this is so unlike you.' I glanced back at him as he was devouring the plate of macaroni.
" Not bad from hospital food," he said once he was done. I gave him some pills and after he took them I gave him a cup of water.
" Well, I got to go now. I have other patients to look after," I said putting his plate back on my cart. I heard him clear his throat. "Is there something else you want?"
" I'm sorry for the way I acted. I really don't like hospitals," his tone of voice sounded different from before calmer more friendly.
" It's ok. Just like my mother says 'the patients that fight are the ones that get better faster'," I said with a smile remembering my late mother.
He didn't say anything as I exited.
" I guess I made an impression."