I hope you guys enjoyed the last part of this Story!!! Cause there will be more! XD Let me know in the comments if you want Bloopers!! I am Terrified of Needles X'''D I had goose Bumps while reading the script XD This is a Story made by AI NOT completely by Me. I like using AI for Fun! i am NOT using AI for my Story A new Start. -Let me know what you think in the Comments! -I have gone through the story but if you see any Bad Words, or bad descriptions that I missed Pls Let Me Know! -Credits- -The ideas was All by Me Voice actors- Me @sparklekitty011 -Story made by ME and Google Gemini -Character- Shadow the hedgehog belongs to SEGA -Mr. Hemmsworth, and Molly the hedgehog belongs to ME -Song- I don’t wanna Wait. Picture- Is NOT completely by me. The Original picture is from KUMO_ZD - She is the one who made the picture. I just edited it a little bit. I might make a picture by Me some point.
The transition from the lecture hall to the clinical skills lab felt like walking from a frying pan into a fire. Shadow moved through the hallways with his head down, clutching his notebook. He had managed to answer one question correctly—something regarding the calcium structure of the femur—but the rest had been a disaster of mismatched biology. He walked into the Clinical Skills Lab, where the air smelled of latex and antiseptic. Rows of medical dummies—lifeless, pale plastic torsos—layed on gurneys. -The Practical Challenge- Mr. Hemmsworth was already there, snapping on a pair of blue nitrile gloves. On a stainless steel tray next to him sat a row of glass vials and a variety of syringes. Shadow froze at the doorway. His eyes locked onto the glint of the needles. To the rest of the world, Shadow was a warrior. But to Shadow, needles were a nightmare. They reminded him too much of the sterile labs of his past, of being poked and prodded under flickering lights. His breath hitched, and a strange sensation began at the base of his quills. Note: When a hedgehog’s nervous system goes into "overdrive," their fur reacts. For Shadow, this meant his sleek, black fur began to expand. Slowly, his silhouette grew. His chest fur fluffed out like a marshmallow, and his quills began to stand on end, making him look twice his actual size. He looked less like a brooding hero and more like a very grumpy, very dark cloud. The Student's Scorn "Look at him," a tall student named Miller whispered, nudging his friend. "He’s turning into a blowfish. Is he going to explode?" "Maybe he's poisonous," the other whispered back, backing away. "Mr. Hemmsworth, is it even safe to have him near the equipment? He looks like he’s losing it." Hemmsworth looked up from his tray. He saw the "poofed" Shadow and the trembling in the hedgehog’s gloved hands. He knew a panic response when he saw one. "Quiet, Miller," Hemmsworth barked. "Mr. Shadow is experiencing a physiological stress response. If you spent half as much time studying your textbooks as you do gossiping, you’d recognize a sympathetic nervous system flare-up." He beckoned Shadow over to the front gurney. "Come here, Shadow. Your turn." -The Needle and the Dummy- Shadow walked forward, his boots heavy. He looked down at the dummy’s plastic arm. It had a small, reinforced patch where the needle was supposed to enter. "The task is a simple intramuscular injection," Hemmsworth explained, his voice professional but notably lower, almost private. "Check the site. Clean it. Insert at a ninety-degree angle." Shadow reached for the syringe. His fingers brushed the cold plastic, and his fur poofed even further, his chest fluff now nearly obscuring his chin. "I... I can't," Shadow muttered, his voice cracking. "You can," Hemmsworth replied. "The dummy feels no pain, Shadow. It is a piece of plastic. But if you cannot face the needle here, you will never be able to save a life out there." Shadow gripped the syringe. He looked at the sharp, silver point. The room felt like it was spinning. In his mind, he wasn't in a classroom; he was back in a pod, watching a needle descend toward him. "He's shaking!" someone laughed from the back row. "The 'Ultimate Lifeform' is scared of a little piece of metal!" Shadow’s quills rattled against each other. He tried to focus on the dummy’s arm, but the human anatomy still felt "wrong" to his eyes. He didn't know where the muscle ended and the bone began on this strange, hairless creature. "Identify the deltoid," Hemmsworth prompted, watching Shadow’s dilated pupils. "Focus on the anatomy, not the fear." Shadow hovered the needle over the plastic skin. His heart was hammering against his ribs—a fast, frantic rhythm that felt entirely too loud in the silent room.
