Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny With a Chance.

Chad finally, finally, recorded the last thermometer reading. He had realized that he wouldn't be able to remember everyone's temperature so he grabbed a clipboard and began recording the readings. He had finished with the girls and now he had to do the guys. Before he left, he called out, bravely,

"Is everyone okay? Need anything?"

No one answered within 30 seconds so Chad shrugged and pushed his cart (thank you, Josh) to Mackenzie Falls. He backed through the door and parked his cart. He quickly grabbed the box of covers and his thermometer and began making his rounds again. Chad found that making his rounds with the boys and Marshall wasn't quite the same as doing it with the girls. He couldn't put his finger on it exactly but there was something about a boy taking another boy's temperature that didn't feel that comfortable. It was beyond embarrassing. Maybe the girls thought it was cute…Chad wasn't sure. Regardless of the awkward silence at each bedside, Chad finished his rounds.

Not bothering to call out to everyone, Chad just pushed his cart to his dressing room, going the long way around. Having all the guys see him go to Sonny's rescue would just about double the all-ready unbearable tension.

Chad finally reached his door and knocked quietly before opening the door. He stuck his head in and saw Sonny still sleeping in his bed and then went in the rest of the way. He quietly closed the door and walked over to his bed, where he gently sat on the edge. The movement made Sonny stir but she didn't wake up. Chad noted Sonny's red, flushed face and went to get the thermometer. After slipping on a cover, he walked over and gently worked the device into Sonny's mouth. Again, she didn't wake up and Chad breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want Sonny to know that he carried this much. The device eventually beeped, pulling Chad out of his own little world and back into his dressing room. Chad held up the device to look at the little screen. Chad let out a low whistle when he saw the reading of 102.3. He looked at Sonny, dumbfounded. None of the others had a fever that high and he began to wonder how Sonny got so sick. He sat there for a moment, wondering what to do. Chad really didn't know how to help his friend—uh, how to help Sonny. Chad refused to acknowledge Sonny as his friend. It was the first step in being brainwashed until he was…a random. He racked his brain, trying to recall what his mother would do when he had a fever, but he couldn't recall when that last one he had. In his defense, he's a celebrity which is, in Chad's world, almost a synonym for perfect.

"Okay, Chad, think." He said aloud with only the sleeping Sonny to hear him.

"Google!" he exclaimed. "I can google it."

Quietly, so as not to wake Sonny, Chad turned on his monogrammed laptop. It started up quickly and in no time, he had an internet browser open and, in the google toolbar, typed,

How do you treat a fever?

He hit enter and a page quickly loaded.

"15, 500,000 results in .13 seconds." Chad murmured to himself. "Wow."

Chad clicked on the first link, one called Medicine Net or something like that. Chad scrolled through the page, skimming it. By the end of the page, he had figured out that he really couldn't do much for Sonny. The article had said to make sure she was comfy, and what could be more comfortable than Chad's bed? The article had said that Aspirin could be given, but it wasn't necessary to awaken her to take it. Oh well. He would leave a few out on the table with a water bottle for her to take whenever she woke up. The next thing the article had said was to make sure that she wasn't overdressed but there was no way Chad was going there. That had disaster written all over it. The last thing the article said was that tepid baths often brought down fever. Well, of course, Chad COULD NOT go there. If "overdressed" had disaster written on it then "bath" had a slap in the face plus fired written on it. Chad thought for a moment and then remembered something. His sister had been sick once and he vaguely remembered his mother making her wear…what had his mom called it?...a compress! That's it. A compress. Chad quickly went into his bathroom and moistened a cloth with cool water. He wrung it out and went back to the edge of his bed and gently laid it across Sonny's forehead. She flinched at his touch but her face relaxed after a minute. Chad gently pushed a stray curl off her face. He smiled. She was so cute, even when she was sick. Chad wanted the moment to last forever. It felt so right, the two of them together. The thought of them together was comforting.

Chad let the moment live on for another few minutes and then realized he had better check on everyone else.

A/N: Wow! That's the most reviews yet. You have made me VERY HAPPY :D

Anyways, here another chappie, filled with Channy. Please R&R! Enjoy!