Don't own Sonny with a Chance and the title is from a song called 'A-Team' by Ed Sheeran.
Summary: He couldn't look her in the eyes, not after what he'd done, not after he'd left her, not after he'd seen her in that hospital bed. Channy
Title: It's cold for Angels to fly
Her head pounded. The rush of a hospital on a Saturday night together with the constant squeak of Chad's shoes coupled with the insistent whine of ambulances united with Nico's painful sobs. Her head pounded. Chad paced the exact same spot again and again, every time muttering almostsilently it's all my fault. Tawni stood and turned, her eyes fighting back the continuous flow of tears that had formed.
"I'm going getting some air." Nico followed her out of the waiting room. And then there were two. Grady was silent, he had been the entire night. He remained in the same waiting room chair with his head in his hands noiselessly weeping. Chad finally sat down and fell into a comatose-like stillness. He still mumbled to himself. The freezing draught of winter in Hollywood blew in through the door and made them both shiver. Tiny specks of the freshly fallen rain crashed outside the hospital. Tawni sighed and dropped her gaze. She couldn't hide the fact that she loved Sonny as a sister anymore than she could that she loved herself. It was a fact that was clearly evident. Her eyes were crimson from her weeping and tired. She'd been the one that had found Sonny in the first place, she'd been the one that had pulled her from the grips of death and phoned the hospital.
"It's not your fault Chad, just calm down." Grady spoke for the first time that night. Chad stared at him, eyes wild, hair stuck out in different directions, tears evident.
"It is though, I pushed her away, I left her. I shouldn't have but I did, I just walked out on her and I made her do it, if I'd stayed it would've been fine but now my girlfriend is in there fighting for her life. Now you look me in the eyes and you tell me this is gonna be okay?" His mind recoiled the night before, to the night his entire world disintegrated and fell apart right before his eyes. He hadn't meant to push her over the edge but the constant reminders about how he was being selfish and he didn't care hurt him to. He though of the way she said "You don't love me at all and I don't love you." That was the main blow. That was the knife that was stuck in his heart and twisted until he'd bled out. Each work stabbed at his stomach like tiny painful pin-pricks, each glare her eyes gave him, each sordid, dirty, hurtful glare that she shot at him were like repetitive punches to his gut. He couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and began to cry, tiny, meaningless droplets of his anguish just pouring from his system.
"It wasn't meant to happen! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" He punched at the wall of Sonny's hospital room, recurring blows that left a red glow on his fists. "Sonny please don't do this to me!" He broke into fits of sobbing, his legs felt limp, his eyes felt heavy. Grady dropped a hand on his shoulder, his eyes scanning the dents his punches had made in the wall.
"Dude, come on, it'll be fine." Chad stood straight, a tear falling and crashing on the floor. He sniffled back the rest of the fresh, dewy load and sat cross-legged next to the door. "Chad," Before he could finish, Chad interrupted him.
"I want to be as close to my baby as possible." He mumbled, leaning his head back and making a soft thud as it hit the wall. "Come on Sonny, come one." He sighed and rested his hand next to his head on the wall. "Pull through."
A/N: Okay, you decide what happens, should Sonny live? Hope you liked it and I'm sorry it's so short and angsty but longer chapters I promise after this one.