What's new with all of you? Hopefully this chapter! Not much for me to say, so read on! Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats, Doc Martens, Row Row Your Boat, or Hot Pockets. Blah blah blah. Brees Reaction.

Bree POV:

I yawn loudly, throwing my pink and white flowered comforter off me. Stretching, I stumble to my bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. Unattractive bags sag under my eyes, making me look twice my age. I pick up my brush and tug through my bedhead. I didn't get any sleep last night. Nightmares kept me up. I dreamt of the shattered table, the blood everywhere. Of the look on Davenports face when he saw his youngest son, bleeding out in front of him. I still remember everything:

I race up the hill to our house and plow through the door, Leo in hand. I skid to a stop by the couch, and he goes flying onto the sofa. He glares up at me, but nothing can spoil my good mood. Owen, my long term crush, FINALLY asked me out! I continue to smile, until I smell the nasty odor of burning rubber. Looking down, I see my magenta Doc Martens smoking! Oh, well. I stomp them to rid the burning, then skip upstairs.

I shut the door, still dazed by my good luck. Of all the girls, he chose me! I can't wait to tell everybody. Speaking of which, I wonder where my two brothers are. It's not that I miss them, or even care, but they can cause huge trouble when left alone. I speed to each of their rooms. Empty. I guess they're in the lab, so I jog down the stairs and walk to the kitchen. I grab an apple and waltz over towards the elevator.

Pressing the button labeled "LAB", horrible singing starts. Oh, God. Davenport.

"Row, row, row, your boat, gently up the stream." I hope he knows he can't sing. Probably not, or he wouldn't keep torturing us every time you walk into the elevator.

"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream."

DING!

Hopping out of the elevator, the doors close, taking its horrible music with it. Staring straight ahead, I see a shattered capsule and roll my eyes. The boys were so stupid sometimes.

On the control table, I notice a half-eaten Hot Pocket. This confuses me, as I know it's Leos and he could eat those in a second. Where was Leo? Or Adam? Or Chase? Suddenly, I hear the crunch of glass and I whip my head around.

Sure enough, glass decorates the floor, caked in a dark red substance. My sister scenes are tingling and I know something is wrong. I peer around the corner, and the sight is not pretty.

A mess of glass and blood greet my eyes. Leo looks as rigid as a board, and Adam sits in front of him, shoulders shaking, holding something in his arms. My heart stop and I just stare, hoping what I think isn't true. I zip past a fainting Leo and rush to Adams side. Tears rush to my eyes as I stare down at my little brother, bleeding out in front of me. I cradled him in my lap one last time, disbelieving this could really be the end.

Chases blood soaks my clothes, but I don't care. I brush some of the glass off his face, revealing long scratches, bleeding like crazy. I glance at Adam, but he has his face hidden in his hands. It's clear how this happened, but I don't bring it up. I can sense his guilt. The sound of Eddy turning on seems distant, like nothing is real anymore. Minutes fly by, and we stay where we are. Elevator dings don't faze me, screams from behind me don't catch my attention. I keep my eyes on Chase.

So thats Brees POV. Sorry its so short. Can You guess who the screams were from? And to my people, yes, Leo got cut from the glass after falling, I didn't clarify that, sorry. R&R! Bye!