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Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this one out there. Read, review and enjoy!

Sacrifice

Chapter 11

By Blue Scrubs

Chad's body lurched at the sound of Dr. Davis's pager beeping. The doctor exited his room, and was followed closely by the other people, leaving only a few nurses and Tawni. Chad watched helplessly, knowing that he should be the one going to Sonny. He drew a shallow breath and attempted to push himself up from his bed, but he was quickly met with opposition.

"Stay still," Tawni said as she tried to push Chad's body back down.

Chad fought beneath Tawni's hands and his heart pounded wildly in his chest. "I have to go to her."

Tawni pushed harder against Chad's body. "Chad, you have to get into surgery."

"She needs me," Chad said as he continued to strain against the hands.

A nurse stepped forward and placed her hand on Chad's shoulder. She gently applied pressure and attempted to reason with him. "You can't be there for her if you aren't healthy, Mr. Cooper. You just can't. So, you have to get healthy before you can help her, because she will need you when she wakes up."

Chad stopped wrestling against their hands while he considered what the nurse had said, his mind reeling with thoughts. He knew Sonny would need him when she woke up. After all, she did kill someone; this was an actual murder. She actually shot someone. Not to mention the fact that she was stuck in there alone without him. As Chad continued to remember all the things that had actually happened inside of the store, his body relaxed further and he let his body fall back down onto the hospital bed.

"They've got her, Mr. Cooper," the nurse continued, knowing that she had finally struck a nerve. "They will take care of her. So, right now, you need to let us take care of you."

Chad closed his eyes as the memories continued to flood his brain, and he wished he couldn't remember. He wished that this wasn't reality; that this was all just a dream. He didn't want to remember Sonny firing that gun, and he didn't want to remember being separated from her.

"Mr. Cooper," pushed the nurse, "We really need to get you to surgery."

Chad opened his eyes and was instantly met with Tawni's face. He hesitated for a moment and then asked, "I can't see her at all?"

"She's probably still unconscious, Chad," said Tawni, cutting in.

"She'd want you to get the surgery," chirped another nurse. "She'd want you to get better."

"You don't think I know that?" Chad snapped. "I left her in there, alone. She was all alone. I need to see her face. I need to see that she's breathing. I need to see her for myself."

Tawni stepped forward. "Chad, you can't. We've lost enough time. We need to take you now."

"Blondie, I need to see her," Chad begged. His eyes pooled with tears, but he refused to let them fall.

The nurse glanced quickly at the Tawni and the other nurses, and they both nodded their heads. She pulled open a drawer and quickly grabbed what she was looking for. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she found herself hoping that Chad would be able to forgive her for this. She looked down at Chad and saw that his eyes were filled with unshed tears. He begged to see Sonny again, but the nurse shook her head and grabbed his IV line. She pressed the syringe into the IV line, but by the time Chadrealized what had happened it was too late. He was out.

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The gurney with Sonny's limp body was pushed through the hospital doors. Dr. Davis and the other interns quickly grabbed hold of the gurney and began to move Sonny to a room. While they moved quickly to a room, Bill and Lisa walked closely behind relaying all information to them. Once they reached the room, Bill and Lisa stopped outside. This is where their journey with Sonny ended; they had done all they could. The door closed in front of them, and left them standing in the hallway. The sound of many footsteps jarred them out of their thoughts. They looked at each other, knowing that it was time to leave, and began to make their way down the hallway.

At this point, the entire cast from both shows had arrived at the hospital. As the doctors rushed around, Nico took the initiative and grabbed one of them by their arms. The doctor looked confused and then realization dawned on his face.

"You're here for Mr. Cooper?" asked the young doctor.

"No...We're here for Sonny. Is she okay?"

"Sonny?"

"Sonny Munroe! Is she okay!" piped up Zora, frustrated by the doctor's slowness.

"I-I wouldn't know, I'm not on the incoming traumas. I'm heading to the pediatrics ward, I don't know anything about your friend. Sorry," he replied quickly, shrugging off the grip Nico had on him and carrying on.

"Why can't anyone give us a straight answer? No one will tell us if Sonny's okay!" yelled Grady. "This is unbelievable!"

"Oh shut up, porkers! No one cares about Sonny. We're here for Chad! He took a freaking bullet!" shouted Portlyn, surrounded by her cast. "I think his injuries are much more serious than whatever little miss sunshine could possibly have."

"You self-righteous bi-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt but could all of you sit down in the chairs in the waiting area. And if you don't mind, please lower your voices," ordered a nurse, cutting Zora off.

"We need to know how are friends are doing, though," explained Grady.

"We'll update you as soon as we know anything new," replied the nurse, ushering the large group over to the chairs. "Now please wait here." And with that, she walked off. Zora plopped herself down, grumbling, as did Nico and Grady. Slowly the Mackenzie Falls cast sat down, too.

A frantic cry rang through the air. "Where's my baby? Where's Sonny!"

"Ms. Munroe," started Nico, standing up and walking over to Connie. "Ms. Munroe...we don't know anything yet. Sonny...we don't know, they won't tell us anything. They just said to wait."

"Oh my god," murmured Connie, her hands flew to her face. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."

"Can we do anything for you?" Nico offered.

"No...my daughter, and oh my god...I just saw her this morning, she was fine and happy and smiling and now she could possibly be...oh my god!" Connie cried. Nico sighed knowingly, guiding Connie over to the chairs.

He gently sat her down and offered her a tissue. "All we can do is hope, then."

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Zora sat slumped in her chair. She had flipped through a few of the magazines earlier, but found them incredibly boring. Tawni had joined them earlier, telling them all about Chad. Apparently he needed surgery. She also gave them some insight into Sonny's situation, which sent Connie into a bout of wailing. That had led them to all murmur words of encouragement to her, trying their best to comfort her.

Zora hadn't taken part. It wasn't that she was a cold-hearted bitch, it was that she didn't really know how to comfort. The whole, 'there-there, it's alright' thing never worked for her. Her squeaky voice always made it sound like she was being sarcastic, which wasn't really a good thing in this situation.

Frowning, she stood up.

"What are you doing Z?" asked Nico.

"Bathroom," she replied in a monotone. Walking off, she turned the corner and broke out into a run. The atmosphere was chilling, just like the air. She heard a few shouts to 'slow the hell down, where do you think you're going', but she ignored them and carried on. She was about to round another corner until she heard serious-sounding voices. Pausing, she crept closer, trying to hear better.

"Did you hear about the new trauma?"

"Yeah, two of them, right?"

"You got it. And both of them celebrities, can you believe it?"

"I'm shocked, really. I hear that the boy's parents haven't even come yet. It must be so hard to have such busy parents. He doesn't have any other family to come for him."

"Yeah, it must be difficult. But I hear he's going to pull through alright. The bullet wasn't fatal. Just in an arm muscle."

"Will he have function of his arm?"

"Probably, if the surgery goes well."

"What about the girl...um, Munroe or something?"

"Whoa, is she like, family of Marilyn Monroe?"

"Ha, no. I don't think so anyway. It's spelled with a 'u'."

"Oh, Munroe. Yeah, I hear it's pretty severe. Glass is actually embedded in her skin. And I heard from one of the scurrying interns that one got so deep as to pierce her lung. And then there was something about her not breathing for a bit. I don't know how much brain damage that will amount to."

"That poor girl. Do you think she'll make it?"

"My guess? I doubt it. I know I know, she's young and healthy, but injuries like that...well, it's all over her body. There isn't a limb that doesn't have a nice, sharp piece of glass in it. She's definitely scratched up. I don't doubt that there's a piece that they'll miss. Hard to get every little shard."

"That's so horrible...a death at such a young age. And a celebrity, no less!"

"Yeah. It'll be a miracle if she makes it."

Zora didn't bother listening anymore. The conversation made her sick to her stomach. The feeling of death that consumed her made her want to throw up. Hurrying back the way she came, she found everyone the way she had left them.

She walked up to her friends and interrupted their conversation.

"What is it Zora?" asked Tawni.

"N-nothing," she said, sitting down. She turned to the crying Ms. Munroe. Trying her best, she swallowed and took a deep breath. "There-there, everything will be okay."


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--Blue Scrubs

P.S. I'm seriously considering killing off Sonny. But if you don't want to, tell me and I might reconsider. Thanks, everyone.