The hawk had felt warm against him, and the hedgehog almost fought back a squeak as he stood up. Blue eyes looked at golden ones, as he glanced back at the hawk.
...When Silver had taken Chii's hand in his own it had been so horribly cold. All the warmness was gone, her whole body had turned lifeless and cold. He would have wanted to stay there with her, keep her warm until she woke up, but...To be completely honest the iron smell of all the blood was starting to get intolerable; he just wanted to wash it away. And...he, himself, felt so cold...
Besides, Jet was right. It hurt, but right now he couldn't do anything but wait, no matter what they wanted and no matter how much...So, glancing at the lifeless body for the last time, the hole in her chest and the glazed eyes, Silver took the hawk's hand and let himself be pulled up, the towel from his lap falling to the floor.
The others would surely take care of her so there was no need for him to stay there. Besides...Once she would wake up, what would he say? How could he face her when he'd promised...Promised to be there to save her?