"Where is he?" I demanded.
"Sonny, are you sitting down?" He asked me, not answering my question.
I felt myself flush, my palms automatically clammy and cold. My legs shook as I slowly sit on the edge of my bed.
"What happened?" I asked, shakily.
"Sonny, he's alive. We sent him to Los Angeles Memorial in an ambulance. He was in a car accident a few miles from his ranch in Santa Monica. He'll be fine." That was all I needed. I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a tshirt at the speed of light, grabbed my make up bag and keys and hit the road.
I drove like a bat out of hell as I made my way to LA Memorial. My face was tear stained and my hands were shaking as I pulled into the first parking spot I could find. I tore my keys out of the ignition and ran inside.
"Ma'am, do you need help?" An elderly receptionist asked me, a worried look across her aged face.
"Chad Cooper. I need to see Chad." I said, breathlessly.
"I'm sorry miss, you're going to need some kind of clearance to see Mr. Cooper." I said apologetically.
"You don't understand..." I began but the phone rang and interrupted me.
"Just a moment, dear." She said turning to answer the desk phone.
"Los Angeles Memorial, how may I - oh yes, Officer she's here. ... Mmhmm, alrighty! You too. Mhmm... Bye bye." She hung the phone back down and turned to me.
"I'm sorry Miss Munroe! He's in room 225C, just take those elevators there on the right to the second floor and take a right down the hallway. His room will be on the left." She smiled at me, pointing to the elevators.
"Thank you ma'am." I said, already making my way to the elevator. I pushed the second floor's button and leaned back against the elevator's wall. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as the door opened. I suddenly found myself timid as I walked down the hallway towards his room. I looked up to see the room number 225C on a plaque on the wall to the left of the door. I nervously, slowly turned the door handle and heard it click open. Peering inside, my heart sank when I saw him.
He was asleep in the hospital bed, in a reclined position. His left arm was in a cast from his fingertips all the way up his shoulder, and his entire left leg was casted as well. Rods and pins stuck out of his cast, and I knew they were the only thing keeping his limbs together. He had an IV in his right hand, cuts and scraped covered his perfect face, and he looked like he had a black eye. I quietly walked and sat in a chair next to his bed. The room was practically silent, save for the quiet sounds of his breathing and the sounds of machines buzzing and whirring around him, and his EKG beeped quietly in the distance. I slowly reached forward and gingerly caressed his forehead, sweeping his soft blonde hair to the side. I sighed and felt tears welling up in my eyes.
I've known that I loved Chad for a while now, but I didn't dare say it. I felt my heart strings being tugged as I looked at him like this, so broken and vulnerable. I silently sobbed as I took his right hand and rubbed gentle circles on the top of his hand, avoiding his IV. His eyes fluttered softly revealing his beautiful blue eyes and his head rolled to the side and he looked at me.
"Sonny..." He whispered, a soft smile spreading across his cheeks.
"Chad... Oh my god..." My voice came out as a squeak and tears rolled down my cheeks.
A nurse came in quietly and smiled. "Miss Munroe, it's good to see you, he's talked about you in his sleep." She said as she pushed a few buttons on his IV monitor.
"Son...Sonny.." Chad whispered as his eyes fluttered closed again, sleep taking hold of him again.