Welcome back to my crazy world! XD I have a new story, but, alas, it is NOT a continuation from Food Fight!, since, like I told you, I have NO idea what they went through. Just something big. XD
Anywho, I came up with another idea. Don't all groan at once.
This story is NOT Brase. Got it? I know I wrote one, but I know some authors (and friends) don't enjoy it, and I wanted to make something that everyone would enjoy.
So, without further ado, enjoy.
I don't own Lab Rats. Please excuse any grammatical or punctuational mistakes, it's my iPad's fault. (To be Honest.)
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I waited impatiently for my brother to come out. Key word, impatiently. I was tapping and tapping my foot on the ground, the tempo mimicking my heart.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Finally, I saw my brother come out of the door, entering the waiting area, followed by a doctor. Taptaptaptaptap.
I stood up and embraced my brother, who hugged me tighter, my feet lifting from the cold floor.
"Chase," I whispered. He smiled.
"Bree."
"Ahem," the doctor looked at us impatiently and asked us to sit down where I was.
Tap tap, tap tap, tap tap.
"Bree, as you can see, Chase is almost back to normal. But, I'm afraid that we, well, we have to, um," Dr. Bearer of Bad News started to stutter. Taptaptaptaptap.
"Well?!" I demanded. The doctor sighed.
"We have to take him to a therapist."
"And?"
"And, he will have to stay there."
"Where is it?" The doctor remained silent. I stood up.
"Tell me now where it is!"
"Bree," Chase tried. I shook my head.
"NOW!" I raged. Security began to walk towards me, but Dr. BBN shooed them away. She sighed.
"New York." My heart stopped.
"EXCUSE ME?! You do NOT get to take him away from me. NEVER! He is perfectly fine. Did you not see him hug me?! You will not take him! I'm begging you," I cried, tears streaming down my face.
"He's all I have left."