My first SOWC fic, so give a girl a break. I just love Sonny and Chad together, so i couldn't resist writing about them. It's a Sonny/Chad relationship with a twist, so enjoy - hopefully it's a bit different to the rest of this type.
"Fine!"
"Fine."
Sonny slammed the door and stormed past a confused Tawni Hart to her dresser. There was silence in the dressing room for a moment before a crash erupted from behind the previously slammed door.
Sonny glanced up from her angry pout and narrowed her eyes, a small amount of curiosity spreading across her face – she had too nice a disposition to feel suspicious in the least. Tawni, oblivious to the daggers still coming from Sonny's eyes, quickly got up and rushed to the see what had caused the offending noise, eager for information she could later spread around the props room.
Sonny watched as her friend of sorts pulled back the door with freshly manicured hands, flicking her perfect blonde hair and elegantly strutting into the hall, and she heard as said-friend gasped. Sonny, trying not to rush and look worried, followed her and was shocked at what she found. Josh, the studio's mail-delivery boy, clasped his hand over his open mouth, equally shocked at what he saw, despite having had a short while longer than Sonny to organize himself to the scene.
It seemed he'd been making use of the empty hallway, riding his mail cart to speed up his work and make his day less tedious… again. However, his hair was particularly fluffy that day, and, having flopped into his face, it blocked his view of one Chad Dylan Cooper. As would be expected, the cart crashed straight into the teen star and knocked him down. To make matters worse, the weight of all the fan mail that needed to be delivered daily meant the cart carried on over top of the fallen Chad, and stopped halfway up his chest.
Of course, this was the scene that greeted Tawni and Sonny.
A small amount of thick, crimson liquid pooled around one of Chad's arms, which was a an awkward angle. The wheel of the cart seemed to be somewhat imbedded in his chest, also producing blood, but this time the blood poured out of his chest and drizzled down his side. It seemed he'd also been knocked unconscious by the fall.
Almost immediately after she'd assessed the situation, Sonny fell to her knees beside Chad, he little, but sufficient, first aid training finally making itself useful.
"Chad?" She gently shook his shoulder, "Chad, can you hear me?"
He didn't move.
"Tawni," Sonny turned to her co-star on 'So Random!' with a serious tone, "Call 911."
As she spoke, Tawni nodded and pulled out her sequined iPhone and dialled the all-important number.
Sonny looked back at the injured Chad and quickly glanced over the three main injuries: his head, chest and arm. It didn't look like there was an open fracture on his head, so she couldn't do anything there at the moment, and though the chest was bleeding a lot it wasn't excessively deep. However, his arm was shattered, bone poking out through the skin in several places; that would almost certainly need surgery to reset it.
Sonny turned to Josh this time, "I need you to help me move this."
As she instructed the mail boy she indicated to the mail cart and got to her feet. Between them they managed to lift it a few inches and slide it out of the way.
"Ok," Sonny knelt back down and bit her lip. She may have sounded calm and confident, but her heart was beating a mile of minute; she was surprised the other two couldn't hear it pounding out of her chest.
They looked at her expectantly, and she realised she was Chad's only hope at the moment, and he was losing blood fast.
"Ok," she repeated, "Josh, give me your t-shirt."
She held out her hand, but when he didn't give it to her after a few moments, she looked angrily up at him, about to snap and threaten to rip it off if he didn't give it up in three seconds, but as she did she noticed his face had turned a particularly pallid colour.
"Are you okay, Josh?" She was about to get Tawni to hold him up when he let out a squeaky mutter.
"Bl-blood." He then proceeded to fall to the floor with a thud.
Sonny sighed. She needed his t-shirt.
Tawni pulled of her cotton D&G cardigan and passed it to her only real friend, "Take mine."
Sonny was impressed; Tawni didn't seem to care that her highly expensive, highly fashionably piece of clothing was about to be stained in blood, nor did she appear to care that her Jimmy Choo's were slowly turning pink as they soaked up the sticky blood now staining the carpet in the hall.
Sonny quickly thanked her and proceeded to rip it into strips (at this, though, she heard an audible reaction from Tawni). Half of these she pressed into Chad's chest wound.
"Keep pressure on that." Before Tawni had even reached it, Sonny was working on the arm.
'The most important thing, as far as I can remember,' Sonny thought, 'Is not to move it too much in case it catches a blood vessel or damages surrounding tissue… but…'
"It's bleeding too much." Tawni voiced Sonny's thoughts. "You have to try and bandage it, at least."
Sonny was unsure what to do. Suddenly, the pressure and the blood and the fact that Chad – whom she had been arguing childishly with before he'd been run down – was now laying before her unconscious… all of it became too much. Any training Sonny had gathered in her many years of babysitting had disappeared from her mind, and she had no idea what to do. Normally, in tough situations slightly less intense than these she could easily conjure up some sort of plan – granted it didn't usually work, but at least she could fathom what to do.
Now, though, nothing.
"Tawni…" She was on the brink of tears, "I don't, I don't…" She was no longer on the brink of tears as huge wads of water streamed down her cheeks.
Tawni, of course, panicked. She had no idea what to do either, and she had no idea what to do with someone who was crying. She was only used to her own crocodile tears, so she just knelt there, pushing her weight into Chad Dylan Cooper's chest and opening and closing her mouth, bewildered at what her amazing life had come to.
Before either of the flummoxed girls could think what to do, two tall, fluorescent green and yellow figures raced around the corner, lead by security guard Murphy.
Murphy looked odd without a goofy smirk, but nobody noticed in the current conditions. He jumped over Josh, who was starting to stir, and pointed to Chad.
"He's here, he's here, he's here…" His voice jumped an octave upon seeing the blood and he chanted over and over until one of the paramedics interrupted him.
"We know, we know, we know." He gently forced him to move to the other side of the hall to get to Chad. "Wow."
Sonny, relieved to have somebody there who knew what he was doing, stepped back with tears still welling up in the corners of her eyes, occasionally building up enough size to roll over the lid and trickle to her quivering lip.
What they said after that, apart from "Chad?" and "Surgery." was basically french to Sonny. Except she understood more french than she did what they were saying.
They were also much faster than she had been, and got the job of getting Chad on a stretcher and covering up any area of his body that was inadvertently leaking blood in what must have been record time. Before she could ask what was going to happen to Chad, which she'd been reluctant to do in case it distracted them; they were wheeling him off to the ambulance awaiting them outside the studio.
"Who's coming with him?" One of the paramedics asked as they moved at lightening speed through the halls of 'So Random!'
Sonny was about to pipe up when Marshall appeared from around the corner and said "I will."
Sonny furrowed her eyebrows, but didn't say anything.
As the paramedics carted Chad on his stretcher into the ambulance, she finally got up the nerve to talk.
"Which hospital are you taking him to?" She called out just as the doors closed to reveal 'Hollywood Community Hospital' stamped on the back.
"Oh." She started to cry again as the ambulance containing Chad Dylan Cooper drove out of sight.
Tawni, new to both accidents involving that much blood and comforting friends, awkwardly wrapped her arm around Sonny's slender shoulders, brushing her hand over her soft, dark brown hair (which she had always been ever so slightly jealous of, though would never in a million lifetimes admit it).
"Do you need a ride to the hospital?" She offered.
Sonny didn't think Tawni had ever been this nice in her life, nor did she think she ever would be again, but at this point she didn't really care. She eagerly accepted the offer with a nod.
The drive had only taken about ten minutes, but Sonny had managed to calm herself down in this time. She hadn't wanted to. In fact, she'd wanted to cry until her body ran dry, but she knew she had to be strong so not to freak out Tawni, who was clearly anxious about how to act around an upset friend, and so she could be there for Chad.
The whole incident was her fault, she was sure of that much. If she hadn't argued with Chad and upset him, he wouldn't have been storming through the halls and therefore wouldn't have collided with Josh's cart. He'd be fine.
To add to that, it'd been on her suggestion that Josh had let his hair get that long, so there was absolutely no doubt that she was entirely to blame.
The lighting inside the reception to the emergency room in the hospital was unbelievably bright, especially in comparison to the fading light outside. On any other night Sonny might have noted the remarkably beautiful evening with a gorgeous sunset.
A young receptionist let out a bored sigh as Sonny approached her desk followed closely by Tawni. She had bleached blond hair with pink highlights drawn up into a scruffy bun, and considering she worked in a hospital she had an excessive amount of make up on. To add to this she was chewing gum and blew a large, pink bubble as Sonny opened her mouth to speak.
Sonny's jaw jutted out. She wasn't going to like this girl.
"Hi," Always the good girl, Sonny tried to remain polite, "I'm looking for my friend who was brought in a few minutes ago. Can you help me?"
The receptionist chewed for a moment, before a befuddled look etched its way into her eyebrows and pursed lips.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked, ignoring Sonny's question.
Sonny only just refrained from growling. "I'm sure you do, but can you help me?"
The receptionist shook her head slowly, as if trying to dislodge a distant memory. "I'm sure I know you from somewhere."
Tawni stepped in. "You know us from 'So Random!' However, we're not here for that, we're here for our friend, and I'm not entirely sure I could restrain Sonny here if you keep at this little game."
Upon hearing 'So Random!' the girl's eye lit up and her face filled with a mixture of excitement and realisation, but she wisely chose to swiftly move on.
"What's you friend's name?" She clicked away at the computer as she said this.
"Chad Dylan Cooper." Sonny quickly blurted out.
The girl gasped. "Chad Dylan Cooper is in this ho…" When she caught sight of Sonny's face, she froze mid-sentence. "I mean… Let me just see."
She typed viciously into the computer and stopped herself from beaming when his name popped up, "He's here."
Sonny nodded. "Where is he?"
"I'll have someone take you to where he's staying," she replied, "Take a seat."
After a brief phone call and several moments of impatient waiting, a short, round man entered through the entrance to the hospital and called out, "Who's looking for Chad Dylan Cooper?"
Sonny and Tawni stood up in unison.
The man eyed them with a dirty smile. "Follow me."
Once the girls had left, the receptionist – Becks, short for Rebecca – picked up her small but unbelievably pink cell phone and speed dialled her best friend.
"OMG, Abi," she screeched, "You won't believe who's in the hospital!"
Sonny felt the immense amount of tension build in the pit of her stomach as she rounded the corner to face Chad's room. How could she go in there after what she'd done? She would literally give up everything she had - her home, her job, her friends - and move back to Wisconsin if it meant Chad would be alright. What was the point of it all anyway, without her daily banter with him?
Wait, what was that? She'd always hated Chad… well, she didn't think it was right to hate, but she'd thought she'd at least really disliked him. His ego, his attitude, his charm…
Before she could continue that thought, Sonny saw Room 343: Chad's room. The guilt was literally enough to drown her. She wanted to run screaming through the corridors saying "It's my fault!" At least then people would know, and they could punish her accordingly. They could throw her off the roof, or drown her in the birthing pools, or use the sterilising ovens to cook her, and then serve her to Chad to build up his strength.
The anxiety was too much, so Sonny rushed past Merve the pervey hospital assistant and was about to burst in when her kind nature stopped her and made her knock. There was a muffled call that sounded like "come in" so she entered.
It was worse than she'd thought it would be. Chad had his arm strung out straight above his head and all of his clothing had been cut off to check for further damage. He was covered only by a sheet around his midriff, which had been pulled down by the doctor that was currently stitching up the cut on his chest. There was still a lot of blood coming from this particular wound, and he looked terrible. Worst of all, he was still unconscious.
Didn't they normally wake him up somehow, to check where it hurts and stuff? Was this right? Did this mean his head injury was even worse than Sonny had imagined, which frankly she'd thought was impossible?
"Oh, my god." Sonny covered her mouth in horror.
The doctor continued concentrating on his work, so she turned to Marshall, who was sitting by the bed looking pale.
He smiled sympathetically. "He's in a coma."
Okay, so what did ya think? Any good? Please review, i feel happy when i get reviews, and i need to be happy right now. I have my Physics GCSE in 2 days. Seriously, review.
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