AN: Have I mentioned that theres mild language in this story No? Well, there is...

"Excuse me sir? Could you quiet your baby?" I looked up and saw an older looking woman with graying hair and beady eyes looking at me with disgust from across the waiting room.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I enjoy listening to crying babies so I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary." I snapped bringing up my head from where it had been resting in my hands. The women looked taken aback and looked away. "Bitch." I muttered under my breath.

Honestly, I'm not sure I could get Bryce to quiet down. I'd been trying for the last hour, and had run out of ideas. At the moment I was resorting to rocking him with my foot while he was strapped into the carrier portion of the baby car seat.

"Chad?" Connie's voice said from the waiting room entrance and I sighed in relief. She rushed over when she saw us and quickly bent down to unbuckle Bryce and hold him tight in her arms. "Is there any more news?" I shook my head, having told her everything the doctor had said to me when I had called her half an hour ago, begging for help. She pursed her lips and looked down at the blue eyed screaming machine in her arms. "How about you and I go to the cafeteria for a little bit, huh? Let's go on a trip with grandma." She cooed soothingly, picking up the navy blue diaper bag and walking away.

I hated to see them walk off, mostly because I realized really quickly that I didn't have anyone left. Especially the old hag who was shooting daggers in my direction, but I could really care less. I had felt so alone and lost these past months, it had been 65 days since I had last been able to look into Sonny's eyes, see her smile, or speak with her. That might not seem like the biggest number, but when the doctors stop coming by the hospital room every half an hour, and realize that even they have begun to lose hope, all of your optimism just begins to ebb away.

A hand was placed on my shoulder and I jumped in my chair startled by the doctor who had come to update me.

"We just closed up. We were able to stop the bleed in her abdomen, but she still hasn't shown any sigh of coming to. She's hooked up to a ventilator and back in her room now, if you'd like to go sit with her." He said gesturing down the hallway. I nodded.

"Yeah, I will." I answered without thanking him, and stood up collecting the empty car seat to take with me.

When I got to the room I cringed at the sight of Sonny lying there with a huge tube coming out of her mouth, essentially breathing for her, and keeping her alive. I sat down at the edge of the white bed and took her cold hand, rubbing it between mine and trying to warm it up.

"You know, at first I was so sure you were going to be up and back to normal within at the most a week." I confessed watching the blankets on top of her chest rise and fall as the ventilator pulled oxygen into her. "But now," I trailed off, feeling horrible shame for showing any doubt that Sonny would pull out of this situation. "Don't get me wrong. I pray that you're just going to flicker open your eyes and tell me that everything is going to be fine." I squeezed her hand, mostly to reassure myself other than her. "But I feel like it's getting less and less likely every day." I choked out, and a fat tear fell staining the crisp sheets.

"And then you go and try to die on me." I said, feeling a different emotion other than sadness consume me. "Why would you do that? You know how hard I'm fighting for you, you have to! All I need is for you to fight too," I was trembling as I spat out the words. I felt so angry, with myself, and even her. "Why can't you just wake up!" I hissed venomously. "If not for me, then at least for Bryce. He needs you too you know." I dropped my voice down an octave.

"I can't do this on my own. You don't know how hard it is," I grimaced at the truth of the words.

And at last
All the pictures have been burned

"I'm doing the best I can. But that's not going to be enough for long." I cried softly, feeling like I was drowning in my own angry tears. "How could you do this to me?"

There it was. The blame. And finally, the old CDC is back, the one who's bitter and mean and altogether an egotistical maniac. The one that no one really loves, who only one person could change. And now that person was lying before me with machines keeping her breathing on her own. To be honest it felt good to think that I could place all the blame on her, to believe that it was her fault that she wasn't waking up. She should try harder, because obviously she wasn't trying hard enough to open her eyes. And how difficult could that be?

I could go on telling myself that I did all I could but ultimately it was her issue if she couldn't breathe or sit up. I could pick up her picture and crumple it, tearing it into a million pieces and tossing it in the trash. Maybe she didn't love me enough to want to come back. But whatever, that's her problem; it didn't have to be mine.

And all the past
Is just a lesson that we've learned

But that's when the shock of everything hits me. I am a completely selfish, immature, worthless person. And somehow Sonny was able to get over that and change me entirely. If Sonny could see me thinking like this I wouldn't blame her if she asked for a divorce. I wasn't seventeen anymore, I wasn't the lusty heartthrob of every girl's teenage dream. I was ten years older, three years a husband, and a father of a mere couple of months. I wasn't supposed to think about myself first, I was supposed to sacrifice everything for the two people who made my life complete.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered pressing her hand to my lips and holding it there. "I'm lost, but that's no excuse. I'm going to take care of everything. You and Bryce. We're a family, and we always will be. I love you both more than anything," I closed my eyes trying to compose myself and qualm the tremor that was still shaking its way through my hands.

I won't forget
I won't forget us

AN: Okay, so I got a bunch of reviews yesterday, which made me so very happy :) (hint hint...) I've got a bajillion more tests to do for finals, and I'm not tooo thrilled about that, so it would SERIOUSLY make my day if you reviewed, saying, i don't know, something completely random, telling me a story in which I'm a princess, or explaining to me how I truely am the coolest person ever :) Haha, you don't really have to do that, unless you want to... ;) Btw, every reviewer will be given a magic genie and one wish. Make it good...

Anyways, only a couple more chapters left. And then this sad little story is over. Sadface.

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