I own nothing.
Don't know what'cha got till it's gone
Chad's POV
Sonny sat in front of me, her hair shimmering in the setting sun's rays. Her lips glistened, inviting my lips to meet them. She smiled, her eyes lighting up, her hair gently blown by the wind. Her perfect face was framed by the sunset which hung over the flowing sapphire waves. She was slowly leaning into me. Closer… closer… almost there…
RING!
I checked the clock. 12:32. That was the best dream ev- RING!
Oh right, the phone. I checked who it was first. Tawni. What could she want?
I answered my cell to hear Tawni's shrill voice stinging in my half-asleep ear.
"SONNY WAS IN AN ACCIDENT!" She screeched. My heart skipped a beat or two from the sheer shock of it.
"Where's she at now?" I croaked.
"The hospital duh!" I meant what hospital, dumb blond, and that's coming from a blond.
I assumed she was talking about the hospital closest to my house so I hung up, dressed myself in a t-shirt and jeans, grabbed my bag and my keys, and drove to the hospital.
I ran into the hospital demanding to see Allison Munroe.
"Visiting hours are long gone boy," The lady at the front desk said.
"You don't understand," I somewhat shouted, "The girl I think I might love was just in a car accident! I don't know how she is, if she's in serious condition or not, and you're telling me I can't see her!?"
The lady immediately looked up Sonny's room number and sent me in the right direction. Room 713, room 713. I kept repeating it in my mind. I was slowly being eaten away inside by fear more and more as I didn't know how Sonny was doing. At the same time, I was terrified to get to her room and find out.
710, 711, 712, 713. I turned the knob of the door and walked in. It was a fairly large room in which sat Zora, whose cheeks were glistening, Grady, who had a lone tear streaking down his face, Tawni was crying her eyes out into Nico's shoulder, Nico was doing his best to comfort Tawni, Connie Munroe, who looked worse than Tawni, and right next to her, Sonny.
Everyone turned to look at me with their puffy red eyes.
"My mom's expecting me home now," Tawni said, walking out of the room. Apparently, Tawni drove Zora, Nico, and Grady there so they had to leave.
I sat down next to Connie and put my arm around her. I pulled her into a greatly needed hug. She wasn't crying, in fact her face was completely dry. It was the brokenness in her eyes that signaled that she was too upset for tears. Deep, unbearable brokenness.
"Is-is she okay?" I asked knowing it was a dumb question.
"Well," Connie started, "She's gone into a coma-like sleep. The doctor says the longer she's asleep the more likely it is that she will die in her sleep. If she wakes up say now, she would be perfectly fine. Go home tomorrow, even. But with my luck that wouldn't happen. Oh, Sonny."
Connie stood up.
"I'm going to leave now. Goodnight, Chad," Connie said before leaving.
I looked at Sonny. She had a light bruise on her forehead and she had a four inch long cut across her cheek. It wasn't deep, but they did bandage it. Even after being beaten up in a car crash, she was still cute. Stupid cute.
I brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. In her coma-like sleep she smiled. Out of my bag I pulled a quilt. A quilt that was passed down in my family from every mother or father to their first born child, who then passes it on to their first born child. A quilt that was in my family for so many generations, we've lost count. A quilt I've held dear since I was a little baby. My first word was "bank" which meant that I wanted my blanket. I laid the quilt across Sonny.
"This is my quilt," I told sleeping Sonny, "It was made by my great-great-great-great-great grandmother. It's been passed down in my family for many generations. Each first born child in my family grew up with this blanket wrapped around them, always there like our guardian angel. I want you to have it. If you wake up soon, you'll have a new tradition for your future family. If you don't-"
I couldn't force myself to go on. Tears streaked down my eyes as I realized that there was a possibility that my Sonshine wouldn't wake up. Ever.
"Sonny," I croaked, "I love you. We all love you. You can't just leave us. You can't just leave me. Sonny, please wake up."
I knew it was hopeless, so why I was pleading for her to wake up I had no idea. I put my head down on her pillow, pulled her head onto my chest, and wrapped my arm around her. I just laid there with her crying.
Suddenly, I felt two gentle arms wrap around me, and fragile lips meet mine. My eyes popped open to see Sonny, eyes closed. We pulled apart. Sonny smiled her bright smile, I… well, I sat there completely confused.
"How long have you been awake?" I asked, my arms still around Sonny, her arms around me.
"Since you walked in," Sonny said nuzzling into my chest, "And… I love you too."
Sonny slowly drifted off into a non-coma-like sleep. I soon followed. Yes, I was a little angry that Sonny faked being in a coma-like sleep for the whole time I was there, but I'm just happy she's alive.