OK, so I want to ask you guys something but I don't want to waste your time, but I need this for my future, so, when we get to the bottom of the story, I'll ask and you guys tell me what you think, unless you don't care about me (meanies)

You know who else is mean? SWAC owners for not selling it to me! :( I thought my offer of 3 gummy bears and £5 was very convincing! Oh well, story time!

Chapter 12-Brotherly Love

Chad's POV

I don't remember much after that. I was rushed into a hospital room, separated from Sonny. Josh followed me, Abby in tow, and I demanded to see Sonny, but was not allowed. They told me to stay calm, but I couldn't. I needed to see Sonny, but they wouldn't listen. They had to put me under for a while to see what was wrong.

I wake in a room full of people looking down on me.

"Mr Cooper?" A man asks, and I blink, my eyes adjusting to the bright light that I've woken to. "It's OK, Mr Cooper. You'll be fine."

I smile at this news. But then I realise I'm not the only one who was rushed to the hospital.

"Sonny?" I ask, my voice coming out slightly croaky, "Where is she? Is she OK?"

The doctor sighs, "We have someone over there, seeing how she is. We believe she had damage done to herself…"

"Saving me?"

He sighs, "She has many burns. Not to mention all the damage done moving all that hot rubble…"

"Off of me?"

He shakes his head, regretful. "We don't know how things will turn out for Miss Munroe. I'm sorry."

My heart falls to the ground, shattering into tiny pieces.

"As for you…" He begins, but I stop him.

"I don't care…" I say, "I need to see Sonny."

"I'm afraid you can't right now." He says, "Not yet anyway. You need a few days to recover, not to mention treatment for that leg…"

I look down to my leg, which seems slightly twisted from where the wood landed on it. Ouch.

"…You need almost as much care as Sonny does."

"But, I'll live, right?" I ask, and he nods, "And what about Sonny?"

"We can't be sure," He informs me, "Miss Munroe needs so much treatment, so much needs to be done, we won't know until it's all over. However, her chances are very slim."

"What?"

"We can't be sure," He reminds me, "But it's a very serious thing, what's happened to Miss Munroe. Her lungs are so damaged from the smoke, her limbs are so weak…it's likely that we have to expect the worst."

I gasp, upset, crushed. Sonny can't die, she just can't. She saved my life. I told her to go on without me and she risked herself to save me. And…I love her. She can't die, not today, not ever. I can't let this happen. I sigh.

"I need to see her now."

"Mr Cooper, you have to stay here…"

"Now." I insist, and he sighs, turning to one of the nurses and asking for a wheelchair for me to use.

I roll down the corridors, the nurse directing me. My leg will be fine, just a little operation and a lot of rest. That's not what I care about now though. All I care about is getting to Room 25A-Sonny's room.

The doctor lets me in with a sigh, after I tell him that I need to see her, and I roll in to see a scene from a tragic romance movie, or a horror. Sonny looks lifeless-the only thing that still tells you she's alive is the machine beeping every few seconds. She looks so peaceful, so sleepy, and I want to shake her, wake her, but I don't have it in me. I see the burns on her arm and cringe. I look away to see her face-Sonny's beautiful face. What happened? I don't know how, but her face seems scarred and bruised, and I go to touch it, but I can't. I don't want to disturb her. I suddenly realise it was a bad idea to come when a tear rolls down my cheek, and I wipe it away before heading back to my room, heartbroken.

I don't know how, but I end up sleeping, How can I sleep knowing the girl I love is just down the hall, half way between life and death? I dream of those moments again and again, of where we met, the day we fell in love, the day we broke up, yesterday.

"Chad?"

I wake up to a call of my name and see the Randoms, Josh and Abby stood in the doorway, all with mixed expressions. Josh looks relieved, Abby looks confused, but each of the Randoms look at me with either worry or surprise. I feel for my cheek and realise I was crying in my sleep.

Tawni looks at me, sad, worried, walks up to me and sighs.

"Sonny?" She asks, "Where is she?"

I follow the Randoms in my wheelchair, who are running towards Sonny's room in the same worried way I was about 4 hours ago. They enter, heartbroken, and I sigh at the scene once again. Sonny's Mom is with her now, and she's crying. She headed straight from Wisconsin as soon as she heard. I feel so bad about everything, if I hadn't outburst at her, none of this would've happened. Why do stupid mistakes like that always amount to something big?

I sit in my bed, looking up at the ceiling, doing anything to get rid of the pain both on my leg and in my heart. A knock on the door wakes me from a painful daydream and I see Josh stood in the door, holding Abby, who's fast asleep, head resting on his shoulder.

"Hey, buddy," I smile, and he sighs.

"Don't," He says, "I feel really bad about this."

"You shouldn't be feeling bad," I assure him, "If I hadn't outburst at Sonny, you wouldn't have done that."

"How do you know that?" He laughs, before sighing, sitting on the edge of my bed, head in hands. "I'm an idiot."

"You're not." I say, "I don't blame you for all this. It's been so hard, I see that. Don't worry though, we'll be fine. I'm gonna live, remember?"

"Yeah," He sighs, "But…what about Sonny?"

I know what he means. I can't live without Sonny, it's hard to bare the fact that she could be dying in that room. But I try to be the brave one and hold my head high, smiling.

"Sonny will be fine!" I say, "You have no idea how great she is at getting herself out of problems."

I'm not too sure she's so great that she can save herself from dying, but I don't say that. Besides, to me she is great enough to do that.

Josh smiles, happy again, and nods. "I'm sure she'll be fine."

"And we'll be fine?" I ask.

He smiles, looking down, then back up, grinning, "Yeah. We're good."

We do our little handshake that we haven't done since I got the part in Mackenzie Falls, since both of our lives changed. I smile, I know Josh and I are finally good. But…what about Sonny?

OK, so here's that thing. All people who hate me, switch off now.

See, I have my GCSE options soon and I'm thinking of picking Media Studies (you know what that is, right? Like the media, music, newspapers, magazines etc, just writing) and I was hoping to take that direction. Do you guys think my writing is good enough to head in that career direction? Please tell me! And don't just be polite, be as mean as you want! (not really, I'll cry) OK, thanks for listening to my rant. Don't forget to mention this chapter in your review! :D You will review, right? Good!