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CHAD'S POV

FRIDAY; PANIC

The bright sunlight creeping in through the blinds was aimed directly at my eyes when I first opened them. It was so bright that I had to immediately close them again. Everything hurt. My mouth was dry, my lips cracked. My head felt like bricks were dropped into it and every bone in my body ached beyond belief. And, I realized, I had no idea where I was. Slowly, I reopened my eyes to be faced with a sickeningly white room. I looked around and saw my dad asleep on a small burgundy chair opposite the bed I was lying on. I heard a soft beeping and turned towards the source. It was a heart monitor. What the hell was going on?

And then it hit me. I was in the hospital. I thought back as far as I could, trying to remember what had happened that got me in here but the last thing I could remember was driving back from Danny's party. Maybe I crashed..

I tried to sit up on the bed which turned out to be a bad idea. The second I slid my back up against the lumpy hospital pillow, pain shot throughout my entire body. I groaned quietly and immediately went back to my previous position. The sound must have been louder than I thought though, because my dad woke up. He looked around the room slightly confused for a second until his eyes settled on me. He was fully awake by then and ran over to my side.

"Oh Chad, son. You're awake. Are you okay? How're you feeling? Do you need anything?" He was talking a mile a minute and looked like He was on the verge of breaking down. His eyes had huge dark circles surrounding them and he looked completely worn out.

I smiled as much as I could without it hurting, "No dad, I'm fine. Just, uh…what happened?"

"Oh,Chad," He ran a hand through my hair, "you, uh, we were having dinner and you just, uh, passed out."

Then I remembered walking through the door, the pizza, my shaking hand…

My smile slightly faltered, "Uh, how long have I been here?"

Holding onto my hand, my dad said, "Well, you came wednesday night. It's Friday morning now."

I gasped. No, it couldn't be Friday already. I was supposed to be able to use this week as much as possible, not be asleep for a full day of it. Friday…that meant two days left. I had to get out of this hospital. It also meant I was supposed to be at work, my dream job, to be an actor, It was everything I ever wanted, It's to weird to think now I want is to stay alive.

"No,…I have to leave. I'm awake. I can go home now, right? Please, dad. I have to go home," I was frantic all of a sudden; I didn't want to spend my last Friday lying in a hospital bed all day.

"Let me go get the doctor, okay?" He said, worry etched into his face, as he exited my room.

In my room alone, waiting for my parent and my doctor, I thought about the last time I had seen Sonny. I had finally let my guard down and had really acted on my feelings towards her. And I realized that I didn't regret it at all; not one bit. Yes, maybe I was dying, but I had found someone to help me through all of it; someone to be there for me, someone to care. And I wasn't going to push that away anymore. I don't think I could even if I tried. I was falling for this girl, when i see her now, not a single insult pops into my head, all I can see is her flawless face and her kindness oh and her cute, stupid cute.

Interrupting my thoughts, a tall, quite handsome man, (but not as handsome as me) walked into my room followed by my dad. The tall man, presumably my doctor, took long strides until he reached the side of my bed.

"Hello," he smiled, "I'm Dr. Green. It's good to see you awake. How're you feeling?"

"Eh, I'm okay. Just, I've got a headache and I'm really thirsty," I told him.

"Well, the headache is expected, as is any other aching that you're feeling right now. And I'm sure we could get you some water," Dr. Green replied.

"I'll go get you some Coop," my dad said, before leaving the room.

Dr. Green proceeded to do what he called just a normal checkup. He checked my eyes, my temperature, and my heart rate. I was only half paying attention.

"Uh, Dr. Green…am I gonna be able to leave today?" I asked as hope oozed from my voice.

"I'm really sorry, but we need to keep an eye on you. You'll have to stay at least another night. Just to make absolutely certain everything is okay," he said, looking down at me with sympathetic eyes. I didn't want his sympathy, I just wanted, and I never thought I'd say this, but I just wanted to go to my high school dance that I knew was tonight.

I turned to my dad, "Dad, where's my phone? I…I need to talk to Sam."

"Oh, erm, I swear I braught it, oh here!" he said as he walked over to the corner of the room where his coat was . He reached in and pulled out my iphone.

"Oh, Chad, I don't really think you should be talking on your phone so soon after waking up," the doctor said.

"Thanks for your concern doc, but I really need to talk to my friend," I replied, and then asked if they could leave the room for a little. They did and I dialed the number I had completely memorized for years. It was weird calling him a friend, before I would just recognize him as a Fall' meaning a member of my cast.

It rang for a while until he finally picked up. He probably had to excuse himself from shooting before she could answer it. "Hello?! Chad?!"

I laughed, "Yeah, Sam, it's me."

"Oh, thank god. Are you okay,? I tried to get Condor to let me skip shooting and come to the hospital but he refused. It was so annoying but, god, please tell me you're okay. I've been so worried; we all have. And I'm pretty sure our boss is gonna fire me now because yesterday when I was shooting, I wasn't paying attention because I was so worried and I said 'Chole I love it when I'm doing you' instead of 'Chole, i love it when you do that' and you know, he got all mad and god, I hate that man - "

"Sam, calm down, okay? I'm fine. Everything's okay. I'm just calling to say sorry about absolutly everything," I said, truly feeling guilty.

"don't worry about that. It's totally fine. Though I do need to show you sweet suit I got, I love it! And it makes my guns look amazing!" He said proudly through the phone.

"Okay, come by after work and show it to me?" I asked, really just wanting to see my friend.

"Of course! I'll see you later," Sam said.

"Oh, erm, Sam? Can you, uh, do me a favor?"

"Sure! Anything, dude!"

"Could you bring Sonny?" I asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Ooooooh, Chad! Sonny Monroe? Something you need to tell me?"

My cheeks flushed even more, gladly he coudn't see me "Uh, yeah, but I'll tell you later."

"Okay, I'll bring him, peace dude"

"Peace".

Picking up the hospital mystery meat with my fork and aimlessly swirling it around, I focused on the television across from my bed. Some soap opera was on. Apparently, Rachel, who had "died" two years earlier, had come back from the dead just in time to find out that the son she'd bore a year before her death wasn't actually hers. The evil doctor, Emmett, had switched another baby and hers at birth for a reason still undisclosed. This was fascinating stuff. Once at a commercial break though, I turned the television off, just wanting some time to think.

It took an hour to convince my Dad, aunt and uncle to leave my side for some much needed rest but I eventually got them to leave an hour or so ago. I just wanted to be alone for a little before Sam and Sonny came. Turning to look at the clock, I saw that there was still a half an hour before school even let out which meant I had a good hour and a half alone.

Sitting on the itchy white sheets, I my thoughts drifted to Will Sampson. He was one of the kids from the lot until he died last year when he was riding his bike at night and got hit by a car. Everyone went to his funeral. I barely knew him; But that didn't stop me or anyone else from mourning the tragic loss. I distinctly remembered one line his mother, in between sobs, had spoke to the group of people dressed in black. She walked up to the front of the crowd and spoke softly, everyone leaning forward to hear the words of the grieving mother. "No parent should live long enough to see their child die," she said. I still remember how tortured her eyes looked. Without speaking another word, she had dried her eyes and calmly walked away from the gravesite. When Mr. Sampson had returned from work one night a week later, he found his wife lying on their bedroom floor without pulse. She had slit her wrists before overdosing on sleeping pills.

What scared me more than anything was what would happen to my Dad after my death. Would he mourn shortly and then move on to a happy, healthy life as I hoped? Or would he end up like Mrs. Sampson, unable to function with the gap in the family tree? I hoped that he was stronger than that; that he wouldn't end his life just because mine was over.

I hadn't realized I was crying until a knock at the door broke me out of my thoughts. My cheeks were damp with salty tears that were running down my face. Taking the end of my T-shrirt, I wiped my face, trying to rid it of the moisture and the stains it left. My attempts were futile. My cheeks were blotchy and my eyes were still watery.

The door then burst open, bringing a gust of cold air with it. Shivering, I turned to see the intruder who had interrupted my silence. When I turned to the person however, I could feel a huge smile creeping onto my otherwise bleary face. The familiar brunette haired boy ran straight for me and without any pause, jumped onto my bed and squeezed the living daylights out of me.

"God, Sam, dude," I gasped, "you're crushing my lungs. Care to let me breathe?"

"I'm so glad you're okay! Holy sh*t you scared me. Don't ever do that to me again, Chad. You hear me? Never again," He scolded as he slowly sat up, squeezing himself next to me on my bed.

"I'll do my best," I smirked, happy Sam was here, but curious too. Work shouldn't be over for another ten minutes. "What'd you do? Skip last scene?" I laughed, hoping I was wrong. I didn't want him getting in trouble for me.

"Sorta. Well, we had some substitute director from like the prehistoric era cos' Jamie was ill and I just asked to go to the bathroom and never came back. I'm not really worried about it," he explained. I just sighed and leant my head against the wall, absorbing the feeling being with other people besides doctors and my dad. That's when I noticed the absence in the room.

"Uh, Sam…did Sonny come with you?" I asked slowly, not wanting to seem too upset by whatever his answer.

"Oh, erm…no. I asked her to come but she said she wasn't sure if she wanted to yet or if she could handle seeing you in the hospital. I'm sorry. But it's actually pretty sweet, if you ask me. That she cares about you too much to see you in here," he hummed, as he grabbed my cold mystery meat and ate it happily, like it was his mother's homemade apple pie.

"Oh, yeah. Okay. I guess I'll just talk to her later," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. Was that really why she hadn't come? Or maybe was she angry about me kissing her? Maybe she didn't want to really date a dying guy.

"So!" Sam broke my worrying, "What's going on between you two anyways? Is it like serious? You could be like the big couple of hollywood! Plus she's pretty hot, Efron would be totally jealous!" He pointed out, amused with his own scenario.

"Whoa, don't get ahead of yourself," I warned, "We're not dating. I don't think. I guess…I don't really know. She asked me to the dance and I kissed her, but - "

"Wait, what?! When was this?!" He almost squealed in my ear, like a girl whilst jumping up and down on the bed and much as possible in our current, semi-uncomfortable position.

Almost blushing, I responded, "Well, yesterday night after we all left Danny's. I ran up to her and just…and i just, you know," I felt my cheeks redden more, "kissed her, It just happened."

"Ah ha! I totally knew it!" He grinned, oddly proud.

"What?"

"That you were totally in love with her!" He said in a 'dur tone.

"What?!" I ecxlaimed. "I'm so not in love with-" I sighed, smiling as he raised one eyebrow. "Okay so I am"

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