Hello, again. It's a very short one though, but I have another chapter that will be posted shortly after this (hopefully tomorrow). I have a chemistry exam tomorrow - another one. It's a practical so I may blow up the department, so sorry if you don't hear from me, but hopefully it'll all go well!

IMPORTANT: For readers pre 18/1/11 - I have updated chapter 8 because I was unhappy with it - it's a small change, but it'll be mentioned later so I don't want you to get confused. Hopefully it makes the story more realistic - Thanks to LiveLaughLovePeaceChocolate, who pointed out the fact that it wasn't quite as realistic as it could be. I had the inspiration shortly after replying to their review!

Anyway...on with the story!

Disclaimer: Still don't own SWAC.

Chapter 11 – text speak; the language of love

SPOV

After Chad left, I was finally able to think. And show that I was in pain without being pestered. God, I'd never miss a tablet again as long as I lived.

Why did he come? What did the cryptic ghost advice mean? Am I insane? Yes, probably, but let's keep that secret or I'll be locked up in a padded room wearing a straight jacket somewhere.

I gentle swung my legs off the bed to the floor and grabbed my dressing gown. Might as well make use of being allowed to wonder again. I wandered to the kids' area. The children's part of the hospital, despite my misgiving when I was younger, was actually the best part of the hospital.

I wandered into the childrens' area, but there were very few occupied beds, which I suppose was a good thing, but still, it would have been nice to talk to someone.

I wandered into the room and sat down on one of the small beds. This brought back memories of my younger days. Eventually I wandered my way back to me own room, glad of the warmth of the bed since I was barefoot.

I snuggled down and prepared for a nice nap; I really was quite tired. It had been a stressful time.

When I woke it was dark outside, but there was a faint light. I judged it to be dawn, rather than dusk. I glanced around the dim room. Hmm…what to do?

I grabbed my cell off the table beside me and turned it on. Three new messages. All from an unknown number. The same unknown number.

The first read: "Hey, Sonshine! CDC here! Stole your number while you were asleep so I can bug you 24/7 now!"

I saved his number, smiling for no apparent reason. I moved on to the next one. This read: "Hey Sonny! CDC here again. Text me if you want company. Just shooting some scenes for Mac Falls." He probably wouldn't want to drive out at this time in the morning.

The last one read: "Hey, Sonshine. What you up to? Sleeping again? You can't seriously need this much beauty sleep? You already prettier than Tawni and she's going to kill you if you get much more beautiful! C x."

It was amazing how some small, insignificant text could put a smile on my face, but it did.

Just a short insight into the new relationship of Sonny and Chad. Next chapter coming soon! Review. xxx