A/N I noticed there wasn't a story like this.
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My younger brother on one shoulder and my younger sister on the other, I'm have half carrying them. They were both trapped inside a mountainous pile of snow, they both most likely had mild hypothermia and severe frostbite, as they had been under the pile of snow for at least four hours. It was all my flaut, I got knocked out during the fight before the pile of snow came on top of my siblings. Entering the lab Mr. Davenport had beds ready, I saw a very small glare come from his eyes. Leo was looking at me with his how-could-be-so-stupid-you-could-have-gotten-them-killed look, my mom matching his face. I set my siblings down on separate beds, as Davenport wheeled them off. My head was throbbing, and I felt nauseous, I assumed it was from the drop in attitude. Without another word I headed up to my room (Davenport had been having us sleep in beds for the last year) and went to sleep.
"ADAM! Time for school!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs, I groaned my head spinning, as I get up and change. Once I was downstairs my mother asked "What do you want for breakfast?" I wasn't feeling well, my stomach ws doing backflips. My head was still pounding, I noticed Bree and Chase weren't at the table, telling me that they weren't going to school today. "I'm not very hungry Mom." I said as I headed out the door. She didn't question the matter, assuming it was because of Bree and Chase, she sighed as she cotinued to clean the kitchen.
My headache only worsened as the day went on, since I had misserd breakfast I was starving by lunch. Just after lunch I was on my way to my third period, when a huge wave of nausea came over me. I rushed to the bathroom and puked my entire lunch into the toilet, my head was spinning again, my vision was blurring. I sat on the bathroom floor until the room stopped spinning. I thought I only had a stomach bug and headed back to class.
It took almost two days before Bree and Chase returned to school. I still wasn't feeling well in fact my symptoms had escalated, but by this time Davenport had a ton of work to do. It seemed like every time I went to tell him about he was so busy, me being me I never bothered him. After all he could injure himself if he didn't have complete concentration. I couldn't have another injury on my hands, I couldn't forgive myself again..