Disclaimer: No. I don't own Sonny with a Chance. I don't own a hospital either.
Hey, everyone! Thanks for the reviews! I thought of an idea, and now this story will be longer! Yay! I'm glad, anyway, because this is a lot of fun to write!
CPOV (later that night)
I had been sitting next to Sonny's bed in one of those wooden chairs at the hospital for hours. Sonny's mom, who was flying in as I speak, had told me to go home and get some rest, but I couldn't do that. So I sat there, in that wooden, uncomfortable chair, all night long.
I don't think I was supposed to be in there with her, while she was in the Intensive Care Unit, but I threw a fit when they tried to keep me out, punching poor doctors right and left, until they finally decided it wasn't worth it, and that I had been through enough that I deserved to have one thing.
I held Sonny's hand, rubbing circles with my thumb, but otherwise not moving. The doctors and nurses flitted in and out, checking on her, but I think they were secretly checking on me, too. I was pretty sure I looked like I was either going to murder anyone who came within a five foot radius of me, or have an anxiety attack. Honestly, I might have an anxiety attack. The world keeps fading in and out, and the room is spinning, when I can see it. The doctors think I'm suffering from posttraumatic stress disorder, or something like that, but I don't care. I won't leave Sonny's side.
I just got her, just found out that she loves me, that she reciprocates my feelings, and now I might lose her. The doctors said that there was a 50/50 chance that she would wake up, but that with each passing hour, the chances got slimmer and slimmer. I haven't spoken since I was brought in here, since I saw her again. I think that's what worried the doctors too. They think I might be in a depression, or a state of shock. That's entirely possible.
I saw the world spin again as I drew in a shallow breath, not knowing, or really caring, how long I'd been holding it. I just felt numb, empty, and the feeling got worse with each passing minute that I didn't hear her voice. Repeatedly I was told to get some rest, but I didn't answer. Instead I just watched the beautiful girl in front of me sleep, or, at least that's what I'm calling it. It's more like unconsciousness, but sleep sounds better.
As the hours crawled past, Sonny's mom came rushing into the room, panicked. She saw me, but, since she was a psychologist, (Sonny had told me a while back), she knew better than to try to talk to me. I felt like I was slowly losing my mind, and as tears slipped down my cheeks, never ending, I began to lose hope and give in to the misery and grief. I had waited so long for someone to get past my walls, to see the real me, and now that someone had, I was losing her. That was a thought I couldn't bear, the thought that I was losing Sonny, and I began to hyperventilate.
Sonny's mom rushed over to me, as did a couple of nurses. "I got it," she told them, knowing that I needed space to breathe. "Deep breaths Chad, deep breaths. In, out, in, out."
I glared at her and choked out, "I know how to breathe!" but it came out softly and shakily, kind of like someone's first breath after almost drowning. That was the first time I had talked all day, and she sighed in relief as my breathing returned to normal.
After about two more hours, she got up to get some breakfast, and asked if I wanted anything, but since I didn't respond, she took that as a no and walked away. She seemed to understand the stress right now, and didn't hold me to it, but I doubt she knows the amount of stress. I bet you I love Sonny more than anyone else in the world does.
To be honest, I blame myself that we're in this situation. If I had just found out sooner, if I had just watched closer, if I had just known…. Sonny might have been okay. If I had just noticed that he had made a turn.
Jason was behind bars now, and I was glad. That psycho needs to be imprisoned. I felt tears slowly slipping down my cheeks again as I remembered the state Sonny was in when I found her. This is all my fault. If she doesn't make it, I might just kill myself. I know I promised her I wouldn't, but… I don't think I can live in a world where she doesn't exist. Where she's forgotten, just a dim memory of the past, something no one talks about, because it hurts too much.
I shook my head. Sonny would never be forgotten. She was too amazing. I don't think I know a single person that can honestly say they hate her. Gently, I squeezed her hand. "Sonny, I don't know if you can hear me," My voice broke. "But I need you to wake up. I love you. I know I promised you I wouldn't do anything to hurt myself, but Sonny, I don't think I can live in a world where you don't exist anymore. Please, you have to wake up." I was openly crying now. "I love you."
I sat there, crying, and just holding her cold, clammy hand, wishing there was something I could do to help her. But I think I helped enough. If it wasn't for my stupidity, I don't think she would be here right now. God, why do I screw everything up? The time I saw her boyfriend over her, watching her bleed in her dressing room, I should have known. But, no, my stupid jealousy overpowered me, and the only thing running through my idiotic testosterone filled brain was, 'I want to be the one Sonny wants to see when she first wakes up.' I'm an idiot. I should have known, I should have known! But I didn't know. And now it's too late.
SPOV
I was flying, floating through time and space, watching every moment Chad and I had ever shared together form another person's eyes. If I had been watching from this perspective, I would have known how Chad felt. But now, I watched as we meekly showed each other we cared, both too nervous to say anything. And then I heard Chad's angelic voice telling me to come back.
I didn't want to come back. It was so much nicer here. But I knew that Chad was waiting for me, and I was waiting for him, too. So I slowly pushed myself to the other side and began to float back as visions of his birthday party played back for me in my own personal heaven. It was time for me to go back home.
CPOV
I watched with Sonny's mom as her eyelids fluttered open. She looked around the room, confused. "Where am I?"
I sighed in relief and smiled for the first time in what felt like years but was actually less than 24 hours. "Sonny? It's okay, Sonshine, you're safe now."
Her face wrinkled in confusion, but then smoothed out as she felt the pain. "Who's Sonny? And who are you?"
Ooh, drama! Sorry, I get really into this type of thing. I know this is cliché, but I have ideas now. Tell me what you think of this!
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