I don't own SWAC. This chapter's from Chad's POV. Please review! :)

I didn't like how Sonny's voice sounded over the phone. As I sped home, dark gray rainclouds gathered ominously overhead, as if warning me. By the time I swung into my driveway, a torrential downpour had begun. I barely noticed it as I dashed across my front lawn and barreled through the front door.

I found Sonny curled up on our bed, gasping for air. Her eyes were shut and her brow was sweaty. It scared me just to look at her. When I pressed my thumb against the inside of her wrist to feel her pulse, which I found was thumping at an alarming rate, her eyes flew open.

"Chad," Sonny whispered, relief shining in those gorgeous brown eyes of hers. I could tell she was frightened, although not as much as I was.

"It's okay, Sonny. I'm going to take you to the hospital," I said, trying to keep my emotions from revealing themselves in my voice. I picked up the phone and called the hospital. The nurse told me to bring Sonny in right away when she heard what her symptoms were.

"What about Charlie?" Sonny asked frantically.

I glanced over to the crib where our child was lying, staring up in awe at the mobile over her head. In my worry I had nearly forgotten about her. "I'll ask Tawni if she can come over to watch her," I announced, already dialing the number. Tawni may have had her faults, but she was an excellent babysitter.

Five minutes later, I heard the sound of the tires on Tawni's car squeal in the driveway. I wasn't sure how she always managed to show up so quickly, but I figured it had something to do with her blatant disregard for speed signs. "Hello?" She said, walking through the front door without bothering to knock.

"We're upstairs!" I called.

"What's going on?" Tawni asked when she reached us. Her eyes suddenly fell on Sonny. "Oh dear."

"I'm taking Sonny to the hospital, and I need you to watch Charlie while we're gone. You know where all her bottles are and everything, right?"

"Please, Chad. I'm a girl. I know exactly how to take care of Charlotte," Tawni said, putting an emphasis on the baby's name. She refused to call Charlotte Charlie, insisting that it was far too mannish.

I didn't have time to argue with Tawni over the subject. I lifted Sonny into my arms, noticing that she weighed less than she used to, and ran downstairs and out to the car as fast I could.

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I rubbed my tired eyes, wondering when the torture of waiting was going to end. The doctors had decided to perform surgery on Sonny right away to remove her thyroid. They were afraid that her condition would result in a heart attack if they delayed any longer. I had been waiting outside of the operating room for two hours now without any news of how my wife was doing. Although the doctor had assured me that this surgery was completely safe and Sonny would be fine, I was still worried that something might go wrong, and it scared me.

Tawni must have told everyone we knew about what was going on with Sonny, for everyone, from the cast of So Random! to my fellow actors on the movie I was working on, kept calling me and asking me how she was doing. My answer was always the same; that she was in surgery but I didn't know anything yet. No, there was nothing they could do for us right now, but thanks for the offer. Yes, I would inform them the minute I found out something. It was getting tiring to repeat, but I was glad that we had friends who were concerned.

Finally, as that second hour neared its close, a doctor emerged from the OR.

"How is she?" I asked immediately.

"She's perfectly fine. The surgery went unusually well; no problems at all. We've relocated her to a room until she's recovered enough to return home," the doctor said, smiling. "She isn't awake yet, but I can take you to her if you'd like."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, doctor."

The man led me down a few linoleum-floored hallways until we reached a room that smelled strongly of antiseptic, where he left me alone with Sonny. She looked pale as death, but at least she was breathing normally. There was a red scar on her neck, an IV in her hand, and the usual assortment of heart monitors. I caressed her cheek lovingly, glad that she was alright at last. Her eyes fluttered open suddenly and focused on my face.

"I'm really getting tired of this place," she said in a scratchy, weak voice.

I laughed, mostly in relief. "Well you know, I think this might be the last we see of it. Unless we have any more kids, of course."

"Don't you dare start thinking about that yet, Chad Dylan Cooper," Sonny threatened.

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Now hopefully I won't have to get surgery because it looks like my Graves' disease is going into remission. I'm really glad for that, because I would not enjoy having to get it done. I wouldn't like the other option so much either, which is the radioactive pill. Kinda scary. Anyways, hope you liked this chapter, next one coming soon :)