Chapter 31 of Shattered Glass
Bree's P.O.V.
I wake up to the sound of a door slamming shut. Who could it be? The footsteps I hear are loud and heavy. They sound labored. When I hear a loud groan, I decide to get up and check it out. I slept in Tasha's sewing room last night instead of my capsule. I couldn't go to sleep with Chase's empty capsule right there beside mine. It felt like it was taunting me. Mocking me.
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I look around the room. There are wet footprints on the floor going from the door to the couch. On the couch is a pile of...something. I take a closer look and see that it is a mass of wet fabric and hair. I gasp. Is it dead?
I hear another groan. No, it isn't dead. Not yet anyway. I take a hesitant step toward the heap, er, person. Who is it? I push the wet hair from the face of, as it turns out, one of the two people sitting here on my couch. Another gasp. I almost scream.
But instead, I find myself crying and nearly strangling this 'stranger' in my living room. It's Mr. Davenport. He is alive! Which means, do I dare to hope that maybe...
Yes! The other body is Chase. Now I'm near hysterical. No one can blame me for it. I thought they were dead! But here they are; alive!
Suddenly, I realize that they are both shivering and soaking wet. They may be alive but they won't stay that way if I keep carrying on like this instead of getting them warm and dry!
I run up the stairs and wake Tasha. I can see tear streaks on her face. She must have cried herself to sleep last night. I did too. But she will be so happy when she sees them alive! At first, she won't get up, but I tell her that Mr. Davenport survived and is here in our living room and that he and Chase need our help. She looks at me as if I'm crazy, but I insist that it is true.
She won't believe me, so I drag her down the stairs and into the living room. She squints and rubs her eyes to make sure they aren't playing a trick on her. But once she realizes that they are really here and they are really alive, she springs into action. She runs to the kitchen and starts running the water. Then she turns to me and yells, "Wake your brothers!"
It takes me a moment to comprehend what she is saying but soon I am running at top speed through the house first to Leo's room and then down to the lab to get Adam. Soon they are both upstairs and complaining about being woken up so early in the morning. I roll my eyes and grab their wrists, pulling them toward the couch and the two people lying there. Adam rubs his eyes and Leo squints. "Am I dreaming? Leo asks.
I shake my head. "No, and I need help getting them upstairs so that they can get warm and dry."
Adam nods slightly and picks them both up, one in each arm. He carries Mr. Davenport to the room he and Tasha share and Chase to one of the spare bedrooms. Leo goes into the lab and gets clothes for Chase. Leo helps me with Chase and soon he is dressed in warm, dry clothes, covered with a heating blanket. Adam rushes into the room to tell us that Mr. Davenport is waking up. I feel torn. I want to see my father, but I don't want to leave Chase. I don't want him to wake up alone. Leo senses my discomfort and says, "Go. I'll stay with Chase until you get back."
He smiles. "Thank you," I say.
I walk into the master bedroom where Mr. Davenport is lying on the bed with Tasha sitting next to him. She is holding a wet rag to his forehead. When I walk in she looks up at me with concern on her face. "What's wrong?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "I don't know. He just isn't heating up as quickly as he should be," she replies, her worry evident through her voice.
"I'm fine! I've been through worse before this and I'll get through this one too. Just as long as my beautiful face is preserved, everything will be fine." says a voice from underneath the mountain of blankets.
I smile. "You're awake!" I exclaim, running to him and hugging him.
He looks at me and smiles. Then he frowns as if trying to remember something. "Bree, where is Chase? Is he okay? Did he survive the explosion?" he asks.
Tasha and I both look stunned. "You don't remember what happened?" she asks.
His eyes widen with a look that I'm certain is fear. "You mean he didn't make it?" he asks.
I reply, "No! No, Chase is alright. He is sleeping in another room across the hall. Tasha only meant that you don't seem to remember how you got here or how you and Chase escaped the explosion."
Relief floods his face and I realize that even though he can be selfish and egotistical sometimes, he really does love his kids; every one of them. His brows furrow and he speaks again, this time with confusion written on his face. "you mean you didn't rescue us? You and Adam didn't somehow help us escape?" he asks.
Adam and I shake our heads. "You don't remember anything?" Adam asks.
Before he can reply, I hear Leo's voice echoing through the hall. "Bree! Bree, come quick!"
"What is it?" I yell back, not wanting to leave my dad just yet.
He answers, "It's Chase! Hurry!"
I run.
