A/N: Poor Sonny is about to have a very bad week. I did my best to be medically accurate here but the usual disclaimers apply (music teacher with a fanfiction problem here). FYI there is some vomit happening here, so if that's not your thing you may want to skip this one. Enjoy!

"You need to go to the doctor," Lisa said her arms crossed over her chest, a half amused, half exasperated expression on her face.

"No I don't," Sonny grunted.

He was halfway sprawled on the couch, one hand thrown over his face, breathing hard. He was pale and sweaty and had been stuck in that position for several hours.

"Sonny, you can't even move. You need to go see someone."

"I can move just fine." He let out a low groan and after a long minute slowly got himself into a more seated position. "See?"

"I'm calling Trent."

"No, ugh, no!" Sonny slid off the couch practically doubled over as he followed her to the kitchen where she grabbed her phone. He tried to take it from her but she dodged him easily and he had to grip the counter for support. "Lisa I'm fine."

"You sure as hell are not fine!"

He'd spent the last several days in a substantial amount of pain that seemed to ebb and flow with no rhyme or reason. Jason had actually sent him home early yesterday and Sonny had spent the night rolling around in agony and staggering to the bathroom every half hour. Neither of them had gotten much sleep and Lisa had had it. He looked terrible and she was genuinely worried.

"It's just a muscle or something," he said, clutching his lower back. "I'll be fine tomorrow."

"No! It's not a muscle. It's not food poisoning. Sonny, something is wrong. You need to be at the doctor or in a hospital. I am not going to stand around while you die in this apartment. How do you think Jason's going to feel about that? I'll never work again."

"Lisa I—" He gagged, going to his knees as he vomited all over the kitchen floor.

"Oh my god!" Lisa knelt beside him and put a hand on his back. "Okay, all right. That's it. I'm calling Trent right now."

Bravo Five picked up on the second ring. "Sawyer."

"Hey it's Davis. I'm with Sonny and he looks bad."

"What kind of bad?" Trent asked.

"He can barely move, he's got a fever, and he's in a lot of pain. He just threw up all over the kitchen floor."

"Can he talk? Put him on the phone."

Sonny was still gasping for breath as Lisa put it on speaker. "Sonny?" Trent asked.

"Hey Trent," he grunted.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I'm fine. Just a stomach bug or something. Davis is blowing it out of proportion."

"I am not!" She glared at him.

"Sonny how bad is the pain?" Trent asked patiently.

Sonny swallowed and looked at Lisa as if trying to gauge which answer would keep him out of trouble. "Like a…four?"

"Davis take him to the hospital. I'll meet you there."

"What no I—" Sonny tried to protest but Trent had already hung up. "I am not going to the hospital," Sonny panted, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Oh yes you are. Come on."

She grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet. He swallowed and then straightened up a bit. "There, see? I'm good now. No need to get doctors involved."

"Sonny Elias Quinn you get your ass in the car right now!" Lisa demanded.

"Davis—"

"I am not kidding." She looked him dead in the eye. "You are scaring me to death and if I have to call the whole team over here to drag you to the ER I will do it."

Either she looked completely panicked or he felt even worse than she thought because he agreed. By the time they got to the hospital she couldn't even get him out of the car. He was unable to speak or even move, instead leaning back in the seat, his knuckles white as they gripped the arm rest. She'd just hopped out to go find someone to help him inside when Trent pulled in behind her. "I can't get him out," she said, trying not to let fear color her voice.

Trent nodded. "I got him." He opened the door. "Hey buddy. Come on. Let's get you some help."

Sonny vomited again on the walk inside, which drew immediate attention and within minutes he was checked in. Then it was just Lisa and Trent in the waiting room. She was grateful for Bravo Four's presence. He didn't seem to think Sonny was in immediate danger which took her anxiety down to a level that was slightly more bearable. "Did you call Jason?" she asked.

Trent nodded. "Sent him a text. He's at Mikey's hockey game. Said he'll come by later if we're still here."

"Clay?"

"Figured I'd hold off on telling anybody else til we know what we're dealing with."

"Makes sense." She bit her lip and tried to shake off her nerves. "Thanks for coming. At the apartment it was…it was really bad. I've never seen him like this. Not even that time he took one to the gut in Somalia."

"Hey, anytime. Sonny's an idiot. Doesn't know what's good for him. Always glad to help put him in his place."

When they were finally called back to see Sonny he looked significantly better and Lisa felt instant relief. They'd hooked him up to IV pain medication and he was more relaxed and comfortable than he'd been in days.

Trent went straight for Sonny's chart and started scanning for pertinent information while Lisa sat down in the chair by his bed. "You're looking better."

"Yeah they got me on the good stuff," he said, indicating the tube sticking out of his arm.

The doctor entered the room. "Well Mr. Quinn it seems like you have some kidney stones," she said, holding up some scans. "Two of them."

"Kidney stones?" he asked perplexed. "What are they the size of boulders?"

"Nope, just a couple centimeters each. See here?"

They all stared at the scan. "That's it?" Sonny asked. "Those two, tiny things hurt like a motherf—"

"It is impressive isn't it?"

"Impressive isn't the word I'd use," Sonny grumbled.

"How long have you been having symptoms?" the doctor asked.

"Uh…"

Sonny was definitely about to lie so Lisa answered for him. "Four days," she said with a frown.

"Well you do also have a slight infection so we're going to send you home with some medication to clear that up. But the stones should pass on their own in a day or so."

"What do you mean pass?" Sonny asked suspiciously. "Pass out of where exactly?"

"Well they'll leave your kidneys and go through your bladder then out of your urin—"

"Davis get out!" Sonny interrupted, panic flaring in his eyes.

"Seriously Sonny?"

"Get out of here right now! This is…you can't be in here."

Lisa rolled her eyes but exited to the hallway, waiting until the doctor walked out a few minutes later. "Am I allowed to be in here now?" she asked, sticking her head in.

"There's some things a lady just shouldn't know about," Sonny told her a little primly.

She would absolutely rib him later about how he didn't seem to mind her knowing about plenty of other things having to do with his anatomy. But for now she just settled in by his bed. "When are you getting out of here?"

"Doc said I can go home and things'll just…resolve on their own," Sonny said. "Could take a week or so."

"And he's gonna be sidelined for all of it," Trent grunted.

"That's still up for debate," Sonny shot back.

"No it's not." Trent held up his phone. "Jason texted."

"Aw damn it! You sold me out?!"

"Had to. You're an idiot."

Sonny looked at Lisa. "Davis."

"Uh uh," she said, shaking her head. "I'm with Trent. You need to rest and get this taken care of."

"It's just a couple of tiny rocks," he protested. "I'll push through it."

"Yeah you're gonna push something," Trent said and Lisa laughed. "This isn't a joke Sonny. Take the days."

Three days later Lisa thought she might have to tie Sonny up. He'd taken to stalking around the apartment when he wasn't flat out on the couch in pain. He was clearly going stir crazy so when she arrived home on Thursday and he didn't immediately come grouchily find her and complain some more about how difficult his life was she thought maybe he'd flown the coop. Sonny wasn't great at rules.

But then she heard an almighty yell from the bathroom that had her dropping her grocery bags and running. "Sonny?!" She knocked loudly on the door. "Sonny! Are you all right?!"

He let out another yell/moan and she reached for her phone. "I'm calling 911!"

"No!" He shouted back, slightly hoarse and out of breath.

Seconds later the door opened and she got a look at his pale face. He was clammy, but he was upright and seemed fairly unharmed. "What the hell?" she asked, her heart still racing with panic.

He sent her a weak grin. "I did it."

"You did…oh!" Suddenly Lisa felt a little awkward. Maybe Sonny had been right not to let her stay while the doctor went over the particulars. "Are you uh, all right?"

"I mean it wasn't a walk in the park. Made a day in J-Bad look like a trip to the candy store. But yeah, I'm all right."

"Good. Okay. Yes. Dinner?" She turned to go back to the kitchen, but Sonny caught her hand.

"Hey, thanks for taking care of me the last couple days. I know I'm not the best patient."

"Mmm, that's an understatement," she said with a bemused smile.

"Well I want you to know, I'm glad you were here."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," she said, giving his hand a squeeze. "Now come on. Let's celebrate those little rocks being on the outside for a change."

"Little!" Sonny huffed and followed her to the kitchen. "Those things were the size of Mt. Rushmore."

"Mhmm."

A/N: So as far as I know we don't know Sonny's actual middle name, but Elias seemed like a good, southern boy one. I really loved the idea of Lisa being so upset that she resorted to using the full thing.