AN: So, here's chapter one! Originally, this was chapter six of Why Brothers Matter, but I decided that it would be too long of a oneshot. So, now it's a story. :D Thanks for reading! I hope you like it! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
Trigger Warning: If you've experienced having an eating disorder, you might want to skip this chapter.
Bree's PoV:
"Are you gonna eat that?" Adam asked, pointing at the untouched sandwich on my plate.
"No, you can have it," I said, picking at my nail. Adam thanked me and grabbed the sandwich off of my plate, devouring it before I could bat an eyelash.
"Aren't you hungry Bree?" Chase questioned, looking at me curiously.
"Um, no, I'm not really hungry today."
"But you didn't eat breakfast this morning."
"Well, I wasn't hungry this morning either. I'm just...not very hungry at all today, you know?"
"Um, sure. But still, you need to eat something."
"Chase, I hate to get into an argument with you, but I'm not hungry. It's fine. I'll eat a lot at dinner tonight. Okay?"
Chase looked at me uncertainly. "Okay."
An awkward silence overcame the lunch table that we were sitting at. Adam continued to eat in a disgusting manner, Chase ate in a more polite manner but wouldn't stop glancing at me, and Leo was just staring at Adam in disgust. We sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from Adam, who was still gobbling down food.
"Bree," Leo started, "Why aren't you eating? Are you upset about something? Is something bothering you?"
"No, I'm just not hungry," I defended.
"Bree," Chase said, "If something's up, you can tell us. I'm sure we'll understand."
"Nothing's bothering me, okay?" I lied.
"You're lying," Adam stated, "What's wrong?"
"NOTHING! NOTHING IS WRONG!" I shouted, thankful that there weren't too many people in the cafeteria at the moment. "I'M FINE, YOU'RE FINE, EVERYONE'S FINE! NOTHING IS BOTHERING ME, I'M NOT UPSET ABOUT ANYTHING! AND I APPRECIATE THE CONCERN, BUT IT'S COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY! SO PLEASE, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!" I was surprised that the other five people in the cafeteria besides me and my brothers hadn't even looked up. My brothers looked shocked that I had just yelled at them, but thankfully, they didn't look hurt. Suddenly I felt like my normal self again and I immediately regretted yelling at my brothers when they were only trying to take care of me. "Look, guys, I'm...I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong, maybe I'm just tired, I-"
"Hey," Chase said, interrupting my little rant as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, "It's okay. Just try to take it easy for a little while, get some rest."
I looked at my brother uncertainly before sticking out my pinky. "Promise?"
Chase smiled a little bit before hooking his pinky with mine. "Promise."
All of my brothers had a special place in my heart, but I'd always had a soft spot for my baby brother. His reassuring smile made me want to tell him everything right then and there; I wanted so badly to admit that I wasn't eating because I hated myself more than anything else. I wanted their help, but I wanted to protect them from worrying about me, so I just kept quiet like I had been doing for so long.
Three Hours Later:
(Still) Bree's PoV:
"So, you guys ready to go home?" I asked, readjusting my bag on my shoulder. They nodded and we walked out of school together. Thank God that it was Friday, because it had been a long week and I was just completely ready for the weekend. As we walked down the sidewalk, I started to feel a little light headed. I stumbled, falling on my butt. My brothers turned around and saw me sitting there on my butt, a hand held to my head.
"Bree, what are you doing on the ground, we've got to get home," Adam reprimanded, looking at me in a confused manner.
Chase rolled his eyes and knelt down next to me. "Are you alright?" he questioned gently, looking into my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just got a little light headed for a second there," I answered, slowly getting up. Chase held my arm to steady me as I got up.
"Bree, are you sure that you're okay? People usually don't just get light headed all of a sudden," Leo noted.
"Yeah, I'm alright. I might just need a nap, I'm sure it's nothing."
"What's got you so tired?" Adam asked.
"Oh, um, history project. We have a 40,000 word essay due next Friday, and I'm having a little bit of trouble with it," I lied.
"Oh, well I'll help you," Chase said.
"Um, thanks Chase, but I think that I can handle it. Caitlyn said that she would help me." Lies.
"Okay."
We then started to walk home once again, the boys giving me concerned glances all the way. When we arrived home, I tossed my bag onto the couch and walked into the kitchen. Walking over to the fridge, I noticed a note on the counter. It was from Mr. Davenport and it said that he had an emergency business meeting, and he wouldn't be home until 6:30, same time as Tasha. I grabbed a water bottle and walked back into the living room.
"Hey, Mr. Davenport left a note saying that he had an emergency business meeting, but he'll be back at the same time as Tasha," I told my brothers, grabbing my bag.
"Okay. Where are you going? We don't have any homework," Leo said.
"I'm just gonna go put my bag in my room and change."
"What's wrong with what you have on?" Leo asked.
"It's the weekend, Leo. This isn't comfortable enough."
"Ah."
"Yeah." I sped upstairs and into my room. Mr. Davenport had recently given us our own rooms, and I have to say, I was loving it. I dropped my bag onto my bed and walked to my closet. Let's see. Old Mission Creek hoodie, sweats, and fuzzy rainbow socks. I put my hair in a messy bun and washed all of the makeup off of my face. Feeling much better, I walked back downstairs and saw the boys playing video games.
"Is that all that you guys are capable of?" I chuckled.
"Pretty much," Leo answered.
"Wow. So, a minute ago, you had perfect hair, a face full of makeup, skinny jeans, a top that looks designer, and black boots with a heel on them. Now, you have an oversized, orange hoodie, purple sweats, rainbow socks, no makeup, and a messy bun. What happened?" Chase asked.
"I have many different categorized looks, the main three being at home, at school, and on a date. I'm pretty sure that even Adam can figure out which one this is," I responded.
"Well, I'm gonna say that that's your 'going on a date' look," Adam put in.
"Are you sure about that, Adam?" I questioned, quirking an eyebrow.
"Definitely," Adam confirmed, looking serious.
"Adam, why would I- you know what, I'm not even gonna bother. Good job buddy!"
Adam grinned happily, and I just chuckled at him. Some things will never change.
"Hey Bree, can you get me a granola bar?" Leo whined.
"You know, usually I would tell you that since you have legs that work perfectly fine, you can use them to get your own food. But I really don't have the energy to argue with you about it for the next thirty minutes, so what kind do you want?"
My brothers paused their game and stared at me oddly. "What?" I asked. But they just continued to stare at me. After a minute or so of them staring at me, Leo got up slowly from the couch, laying his controller on the coffee table. He approached me slowly, as if I was a bomb that he needed to diffuse. When Leo finally reached me, he cautiously laid a hand on my forehead.
"Well, she doesn't have a temperature. Bree, are you feeling alright?" Leo questioned.
"I feel fine," I lied. In all honesty, I was still lightheaded and sort of dizzy, but I wasn't going to tell them that and make them worry. "Why do you ask?"
"Because," Chase answered, standing up and walking over to me with Adam following suit, "You never get things for us unless we're hurt or sick, and we definitely aren't any of those things, so what's up?"
"Nothing. I just decided to be nice and get something for Leo. Sue me."
"Alright then. If you're sure that you're fine..." Chase trailed off, looking at me uncertainly.
"Trust me. I'm sure."
"Okay."
"So, Leo, what kind do you want?" I asked, looking at Leo.
"Um, I'll get it. Thanks," Leo replied.
"Alright. Well, I'm going to go upstairs to take a nap, so if you guys need anything, you know where to find me," I told them, turning on my heel and starting to walk up the stairs until I was stopped by someone's hand latching onto my wrist. I turned around to see that it was Adam.
"What?" I was starting to get a little annoyed.
"Bree, you never take naps. The only time you'll take naps is if we drug you," Adam noted.
"Well, maybe I changed. Maybe I like to take naps now," I retorted.
Adam didn't respond, he just released my wrist and stared at me. I turned back around and trudged up the stairs. I walked into my room and realized how dizzy I was. I stumbled slightly, falling on the floor with a soft thump. I saw the carpet of my floor, and then everything went black.
Leo's PoV:
I looked at my two brothers who were sitting next to me on the couch, staring at the television screen as we played our video game. "Hey," I said, directing my attention back to the screen, "Do you think that something's wrong with Bree?"
"I don't know," Adam replied, which didn't shock me much.
"I'm sure she's fine, Leo. It's probably just a girl thing," Chase responded, though he didn't sound so sure.
"Yeah, you're right," I agreed.
"When am I not?" Chase bragged, earning a punch from Adam. Chase was probably right, it was probably just a girl thing, not something to worry about. Bree was fine.
Two hours later:
(Still) Leo's PoV:
"Hey," Chase said suddenly, "It's already five o'clock. Leo, can you go wake Bree up?"
"Why do I have to do it?" I complained.
"Because you do. We'll pause the game and wait for you."
"Fine," I grumbled, standing up and putting the controller where I had been sitting.
I walked up the stairs and down the hallway to Bree's bedroom. "Bree," I said as I opened the door to her room, "Come on, get up." I walked into her room and saw Bree lying, unmoving, on the floor of her bedroom, her hair curtaining her face. She was lying on her side, her head resting on her left arm and her right arm draped over her waist. I ran to her side, kneeling next to her when I reached her. "Bree, Bree!" I said frantically, shaking her and trying to get her to wake up, but she didn't.
"Adam, Chase!" I cried. I waited a minute, but they didn't show up. "ADAM! CHASE! GET UP HERE! SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH BREE!" I bellowed. I heard footsteps stampeding up the stairs, and Adam and Chase burst into the room. They ran to us, dropping onto their knees next to us. I handed Bree to Adam, and he held her in his arms gently.
"Leo, what happened?!" Adam shouted.
"I don't know!" I shouted back. "I came in here to wake her up like you told me to, and I found her like this!"
"Bree. Bree, wake up. Bree," Chase said, shaking Bree's shoulder gently. "We have to get her to Mr. Davenport's hospital."
"HE HAS A HOSPITAL?" I yelled.
"Yeah, he made it incase he couldn't fix an injury that Adam, Bree, or I got. The doctors know about our bionics. We have to get her there, now!"
Adam picked Bree up in a bridal hold and ran out of her room, Chase and I following him. We ran to the self-driving car, Adam and Chase climbing in the back with Bree as I sat in the drivers seat and set the car to take us to the address that Chase told me. "Hold on, Bree," I thought.
Chase's PoV:
I sat in the back of Mr. Davenport's self-driving the car with Adam, watching my brother rock Bree gently in his arms. "Please don't be dying," I thought, "Please stay with us." I gripped Bree's hand in my own, noticing how small and cold her hand seemed to be in comparison to mine. I looked at Bree's pale face and closed eyes, trying my best not to cry. Her eyes had dark circles under them, and I realized that I hadn't noticed them before due to her makeup covering them up. She hadn't been sleeping. What was up with her lately? She was acting weird, she wasn't sleeping well, and she was getting light-headed and dizzy.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" I asked Adam.
"I don't know, Chase. I hope so, but I don't know," Adam answered, glancing at me before shifting his gaze back to Bree. I could see the worry in his eyes, and I knew that he would blame himself if something was really wrong with Bree. I would blame myself too; we're her brothers, and we're supposed to protect her. If she's sick, it's our faults for not noticing and taking care of her.
We arrived at the hospital and I ran inside with my brothers. "HELP! WE NEED HELP RIGHT NOW!" I yelled. Nurses and doctors came rushing at us, and a nurse with a gurney came and took Bree from Adam, placing her on the gurney. They rolled her away and we were left to stand there and watch our sister be taken away from us.
"Hey," a doctor said, "You're one of Mr. Davenport's bionic kids. Chase, right?"
"Um, yeah. This is Adam, that's our step-brother Leo, and-" I said, but the doctor cut me off.
"And the girl was your sister Bree, the third bionic."
"Yeah."
"Does Mr. Davenport know that you guys are here?" the doctor asked in a concerned voice, which was funny because I didn't even know this man.
"Um, no, but I have my cell phone, I'll call him. How do you know us by name?" I questioned.
"You probably don't remember because you were quite young at the time, but when your sister was five, she fell off of a rockwall and broke her arm. I was her doctor, and that was the first time that I met you two and your sister."
"Oh."
The doctor placed a hand on my shoulder. "I know that you three are worried about your sister, but if it's any consolation, your sister's a fighter. When she broke her arm it was practically shattered, but throughout the whole x-raying and putting on the cast process, she didn't shed a single tear. At times, you could tell that she wanted to, but she never did. She didn't want to seem weak, and she, as she put it, 'refused to cry over something as simple as a broken arm.'
"See, any other kid, save for maybe you or Adam, would've cried, or at least shed a tear. But your sister had the utmost determination not to cry at all. I remember that after I put the cast on your sister's arm, I asked her why she didn't cry. I asked her if she knew that it was okay to cry sometimes, and she told me that she knew that. She knew that it was alright to cry sometimes, but she told me that she didn't think that it was alright for her to cry. She refused to let herself cry, because even though it hurt she didn't want you two to worry more than you already were. I know it's hard, but try not to worry too much about your sister. She's in good hands, and we'll do more than the best for her. We'll tell you as soon as we get any news. Now call your dad." And with that, the doctor walked away.
"Well okay then," Leo said.
I pulled out my cell phone and hit Mr. Davenport's name in my contacts, listening as the phone rang.
"Hello?" I heard Mr. Davenport say.
"Mr. Davenport, it's Chase."
"Chase, you know that I'm at a business meeting. What is it?"
"Listen. I'm sorry for interrupting your business meeting, but this is really important. We're at the hospital that you made in case one of us got hurt and you couldn't fix us."
"Are you guys alright?"
"Adam, Leo, and I are fine, but Bree isn't. After school, when we got home, Bree went upstairs to take a nap,-"
"She never takes naps!"
"I know! Just listen! So she went up to her room to take a nap, and Adam, Leo, and I stayed downstairs and played video games. About two hours later, I told Leo to go wake Bree up. He did, and Adam and I waited for him to come back and continue the game with us. While we were waiting, Adam and I heard Leo shout from upstairs, telling us that something was wrong with Bree and we needed to hurry. We ran upstairs, and when we got to Bree's room, we saw Leo holding an unconscious Bree. She wouldn't wake up, but she was breathing. We took the self-driving car to your hospital, they took Bree back a few minutes ago. Get Tasha and get here as soon as you
can."
"Alright, we'll be there soon. Call me if anything happens."
"Okay."
"Bye."
"Bye." I hung up and walked over to Adam and Leo, who were sitting in waiting room chairs. I sat down next to Adam and looked at him. We were all silent for a few minutes before Adam spoke up.
"You know, I remember the day that the doctor was talking about. I was the one crying, not Bree."
"Why were you crying?" Leo asked.
"Well, I was really protective of Bree when we were little, and Chase was too. Chase slept the whole time, but I was awake for the whole thing. I think the idea of Bree's arm being shattered really scared me. I remember hugging her the whole time, and they couldn't pry me off for anything."
"How did I sleep the whole time?" I questioned.
"I don't know," Adam responded with a shrug, "You just did."
We fell into another silence, and ten minutes later, Mr. Davenport and Tasha burst through the hospital doors.
"How is she?"
"Is there any news?"
"What's happened?"
"We don't know, no, and again, we don't know," I said, still in a bit of shock. My sister, my big sister could die. She might die, what if she was dead now?
I was brought out of my thoughts by Tasha saying, "I never imagined that anything like this would happen. I never thought that my husband would call me and say that my daughter was in a hospital."
"I know," Adam whispered. Leo had been unusually quiet this whole time.
"Leo?" I whispered, looking at him. "You okay, buddy?"
He was quiet for another moment before he answered. "I found her. I found my sister, lying on her floor, barely breathing." His answer came out as a whisper, but he whipped his head up with tears in his eyes and yelled the rest of his answer. "I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS WRONG, I THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS DEAD! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG, SHE WAS ACTING WEIRD ALL DAY TODAY!" He stood up abruptly from his chair and flipped it over. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THIS IS HAPPENING! IT'S NOT FAIR!"
We all stared at him in shock. "Leo, I know that you're upset, we all are, but we need you to keep it together for Bree," Mr. Davenport told him, placing a hand on Leo's bony shoulder.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Leo whispered.
"It's fine," I replied.
"Breanna Davenport?" someone called.
We all looked up to see a female doctor. "Well," she chuckled, "You guys are the only ones who come here, so I guess I shouldn't have..." She coughed. "Anyway. Breanna is fine- well, sort of."
"Sort of? What do you mean 'sort of'?" I asked.
"Well, she's fine, but the reason why she's here isn't: Breana is suffering from anorexia nervosa."
There was a shocked silence in the room then, one that was tense and terrible and heart broken. "What can we do?" Mr. Davenport's voice was soft and tense, telling me that my father was doing his best to keep it together.
"The best we can recommend is to talk with her. Figure out what's causing her to turn to this eating disorder and try to eliminate it from her life. We could schedule counseling or get medication if you'd like, but I'd recommend talking to her first and seeing how much good can be done without those things."
"Can we see her?" I choked out.
"Yes, you can all go in now. I must warn you though, she's a little disoriented and really scared, so use hushed tones with her. And she won't look too good. Her looks will come back with time, but for now...she looks really different. Probably more so to you than to me, seeing as you see her everyday. So, try not to be alarmed when you see her."
"Thank you so much," Mr. Davenport said quietly.
"You're welcome," the doctor responded gently, giving us a small, sad smile.
We braced ourselves and opened the door to Bree's room. We entered the room quietly, and what I saw made me want to cry. Bree was sitting up in a hospital bed, pillows propping her up. Her face was pale, making it even easier to notice the dark semi-circles I had noticed from earlier. She gave us a small smile, but her eyes didn't light up like they usually did; instead, they were a dull shade of brown. Her hair was matted down instead of light and curly like it usually was and her smile wasn't as bright as usual, not lighting up the room like it usually did. Seeing how thin she was made me sick; sure, she had always been tiny, but never this tiny. This was just sickly, unhealthy.
"Hi guys," Bree greeted, and I was surprised by her voice. It was soft and weak instead of happy and strong. This wasn't my sister; this was a stranger.
"Hi," I greeted, remembering to keep my voice gentle. I walked over to her side with Adam and sat down on the bed next to her, me on her left side, Adam on her right. "How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Fine, thanks." I took her hand in mine, and Adam did the same with her other hand. I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb for a moment before curiosity got the better of me.
"Bree," I said softly, "Why?"
Bree didn't answer at first, just let a few tears fall before finally whispering, "I'm so sorry."
I didn't know what to feel; I couldn't tell if I was angry at myself for not noticing my sister's pain, or if I was sad that she was more focused on taking care of us than she was herself. I wanted so badly to find anyone and everyone who had done this to her, make them feel the pain they had caused her.
As I hugged her again, I felt tears run down my cheeks and into her hair, the events of the day truly starting to wash over me. All of the worry, terror, and shock from the day suddenly hit me like a powerful wave, and I somehow knew that my big brother was experiencing the same thing. My body started to shake as I sobbed into Bree's hair. My arms were wound around her tightly, but not tight enough to hurt her. I couldn't see Adam because my face was buried in Bree's hair, but I felt him join our hug. He wrapped his arms over mine, making sure not to squeeze Bree too hard. Adam's sobs, as well as my own, could be heard easily throughout the room. Adam used one arm to stroke Bree's long, curly hair, but I didn't; I didn't want to let go of her. I could've lost her tonight, and that thought terrified me. Now that I knew she was still here, I wasn't ever letting her go. I was afraid that if I unhinged my arms from her waist, even for a micro-second, she might disappear. Maybe that sounds stupid, but I didn't really care; in that moment, all I cared about was Bree.
Mr. Davenport's PoV:
I watched as my two sons hugged their sister and sobbed, clutching her tightly as if she would disappear. I could obviously understand their pain-all of us could. All I wanted to do was hold my little girl, cry, and make sure that she knew how much I loved her. Even though she would be okay, I had gotten a phone call that no father should ever have to receive, and it had scared the shit out of me. All I could think about was how I could've lost my only daughter, my baby girl, and for that I wanted to destroy whatever had stressed her out enough to land her in the hospital.
"You can't cry right now," I thought, "Let Adam and Chase grieve now, and I'll grieve later when it's just me and Bree. When I grieve, the only other person I want in the room is Breezy." But despite my thoughts, I felt tears slowly seep their way out of my eyes. I brushed away the tears and turned my attention to my wife and step-son, who were crying as well.
"Let's give them some privacy," I whispered to Tasha and Leo, who nodded in response. The three of us quietly crept out of the room and sat down in the lobby.
Adam's PoV:
I heard the door to the hospital room open and close, but I didn't care enough to look up. Mr. Davenport, Tasha, and Leo must've left to give us some privacy. I immediately refocused on my baby sister. We had stopped crying, but Chase and I still held onto her. pressed a kiss to the top of her head as Chase pressed a kiss to the side of her head. I nestled my face in Bree's hair, and Chase nuzzled his face into Bree's neck.
"We love you," I whispered, causing Bree to smile.
"I love both of you too," Bree whispered back, which made me smile, albeit sadly.
"I'm so sorry that you had to go through that," Chase mumbled, nuzzling his face further into Bree's neck.
"It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault, except for the kids who bullied me," Bree argued, attempting to convince us.
"Maybe we didn't bully you, but we didn't protect you either," I retaliated, "We're your brothers, we're supposed to protect you, but we didn't."
"But you didn't know that I needed protecting."
"Still."
"Still nothing. You're both the best brothers that I could ever ask for, and none of this is your fault, no matter what you think. I don't blame you, I don't blame any of you. I only blame the people who hurt me."
I kissed Bree's head again and squeezed her gently. "You know you're a great sister, right?" I questioned.
"I'm really not," Bree denied.
"You really are," Chase argued.
"Why would you think that?" Bree wondered aloud.
I looked at Chase over Bree's head and saw that he was looking right back at me, his face holding the same surprised look that I assumed my face held. How could she not know?
"Well," I started, "Because you are. You help us, you're loyal, you'll stick up for us no matter what, you take care of us when we're sick, which you've been doing since we were little."
"And," Chase continued, "Because we didn't have a mom while we were growing up, you were pretty much our mom, even if Adam is older than you."
"Listen, it all sounds great when you say it like that, but I'm honestly not that good of a sister, or a daughter. I mean, think about it. I never listen to Mr. Davenport, I never help you guys or Leo, I'm constantly hanging out with everyone else instead of hanging out with you guys like I should and used to. What about that time I was quarantined? I jepordized a mission, contaminated myself, then snuck out to go to an art show while you guys and Mr. Davenport worked your butts off to find the antidote. I create unnecessary problems. What part of any of that sounds like I'm a good sister?"
"Those are the negative things, and those are the things that don't matter. Bree, the past is the past. We've moved on- I just wish that you could too," I told her softly, looking her in the eyes. I nestled my face in her hair again.
"We love you Bree," Chase continued, using the same soft, gentle tone that I had. "No matter what you do, we'll always love you. Never forget that." Chase kissed Bree on the cheek and nuzzled his face into her neck again.
"Bree," I whispered, "Can we stay here with you tonight?"
"Of course," Bree whispered back.
I glanced at the clock on the wall above the hospital door. 7:00 p.m. Chase and I talked and snuggled with Bree until 11:30 untl she fellasleep, but Chase and I couldn't fall asleep, so we talked with each other quietly so as not to wake Bree.
"I can't believe it. If what happened today hadn't happened at all, she might've died a few weeks from now," I told Chase.
"I know," Chase replied. We were both lying down with Bree lying in the middle of us. She was, at the moment, using Chase's chest as a pillow, and I was kind of surprised that she hadn't woken up due to our talking. Of course, considering the kind of day that she had, I could understand why she was sleeping. Chase and I both looked at Bree, and we smiled.
"I remember the last time we did this," Chase remarked.
"Me too. I was five, Bree was four, and you were three. We woke up because we heard Bree whimpering in her sleep."
Chase continued the story for me. "So, we got out of our capsules and opened Bree's. We tried to wake her up, eventually succeeding, and she told us that she had a nightmare. So, you held Bree while I got the blankets and pillows and made a pallet for the three of us."
"And we basically did this. Except you and I fell asleep right after Bree," I finished.
Chase and I smiled even bigger and looked at Bree again. We were silent for a minute or so.
"You know," I said, "She is a really good sister."
"Yeah," Chase agreed, "She's there when we need her."
"She's not afraid to call us out if we're being stupid."
Chase snorted. "Well, stupidity is a little more common for one of us than the other."
I shoved Chase's shoulder gently. "Shut up."
"Whatever. The point is, Bree's great." Chase stroked Bree's cheek affectionately. "I hate that she had to go through all of this just for us to realize how much we can't live without her."
"I know," I agreed, "I just don't understand. I don't understand how any of this happened."
"I don't know, Adam," Chase replied sadly, still looking at Bree as he stroked her cheek. "I honestly have no idea, but we're going to find out and we're going to protect her no matter what."
"Agreed," I noted, staring at Bree's face.
Chase and I stared sadly at our sister for a few minutes. "We better get to sleep. It's midnight, and tomorrow will be a long day," Chase told me.
I nodded and closed my eyes. "Goodnight Chasey."
"Goodnight Adee."
AN: And, there's chapter one! I hope it was alright, and I hope you liked it! :D I also really hope I didn't downplay this disease, it's a really important topic to me which is why I'm writing this. The next chapter is PROBABLY, MOST LIKELY, going to focus on Mr. Davenport and Bree. I'll try to put a good amount of fluff in it. I love the father/daughter relationship between Mr. Davenport and Bree. In fact, when I saw Cyborg Shark Attack, and Mr. Davenport told Bree that they were going to have some father/daughter time, I (no kidding) screamed "YES!" and threw my fists in the air in victory. I'm glad that Mr. D tried to hang out and kinda connect with Bree. :D ANYWAY, again, I hope you liked it! OH! I remembered what I was going to tell you! I read the most beautiful Bree/Mr. Davenport story today! Beautiful, heartwarming, amazing story. I actually cried while reading it! :'D It's "Cinderella" by daphrose. CHECK IT OUT, YOU WON'T REGRET IT! SHE DID A REALLY GREAT JOB! So, thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! Later! :P