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"Hey baby, feeling any better?" Tasha whispers to Chase who was standing in his capsule.
"Much," Chase smiles, opening up the door and stumbling out into a desk chair.
"Good," she kisses his forehead, "You have visitor."
"Ok, I'll meet them up in my room, just give me a minute," Chase yawns, referring to the room he has upstairs. Mr. Davenport didn't want people to get suspicious because they don't have any, visible, place to sleep, especially in a huge mansion. Although Bree is usually the only person to actually use her bedroom because, if you haven't realized yet, she hates her brothers and all their inhumane stenches. But sometimes Adam can be found in his room on lazy days. Usually to cause more destruction to that pig sty of a living space, or to just play with his nurble. Chase, he is almost always in the lab. Either for a lone training session, to work on his studies, or to work on inventions for Mr. Davenport. I mean, it's not like he has friends, although for some reason, he has a feeling that's all about to change with that 'visitor' who is waiting upstairs for him.
"Hey Ronni, nice to see you," he addresses the girl standing in the living room who wore a white/peach ombré sundress with a denim jacket and white converse on her feet. Her hair was dark brown and long, which made Chase have to hold the urge to approach and draw his hands through its silkiness.
"Hi Chase," Ronni smiles at him, approaching.
"Hey uh Ronni," Chase stumbles. He silently gulps in shame, frustrated at his foolish girl antics.
Obviously, Chase is not the most comfortable around girls. I mean, it's not like he actually talks to any, outside of Tasha. But Tasha is his mom, she's the only girl who cares for him when his siblings think he's a, and I quote, "stupid fun-killer" or a "wet blanket". Although, he does make sure to clear up the 'stupid' part by drowning them in dozens of facts about the solar system, the Earth, and his favorite, atoms & molecules. His siblings believe they could learn more by just talking to Chase for 4 minutes than going to school for 4 years, they hate it. Tasha understands his feelings and is more than happy to cuddle on the couch with him watching a cool documentary or go to the art museum, things they both love doing. But other than that, girls are not Chase's specialty. He even gets nervous around Bree sometimes. You never know when she'll slam the door in your face or rudely just stop listening altogether and just walk away, her phone lodged in her rapped fingers, her thumbs slamming down on the keyboard like there's no tomorrow. It makes Chase shake in nervousness, and constantly make him fear that he isn't even good enough to talk to his own sister for a few minutes. Although there have been a few times he had voiced his concerns and she apologized, but old habits die hard, and Bree is not one with patience.
"So um, how about you two head upstairs to Chase's room?" Tasha supplies, seeing his scrunched up eyebrows indicting he's nervous. "No funny business up there guys."
"Haha, we'll be fine," Chase tries to smile. After taking a few silent deep breaths he gains back his senses, 'this is just Ronni, Chase! She practically your friend'. "Follow me Ronni."
Ronni nods and they both head up the stairs.
"Um uh, this is my room," Chase smiles, which looks closer to a grimace, while extending his hand out similar to a showcase model. Ronni smiles and walks in. Halfway through the door she stops suddenly.
"Everything o- WOAH," Chase's eyes widen when he sees the spacious room which was decorated with a sci-fi/tech theme. The walls were grey, while the floor was dark blue carpet. There was a big desk in the corner which had a 3-monitor computer sitting on it. There was also a queen sized bed against the wall which had computer coding covering the sheets. The room was everything Chase dreamed it could be.
"...I mean um...uh yea...this is my room. Which I spend every day in...and sleep in... Because it's not like I sleep in a capsule standing up or anything...because that's just- Ok I'm gonna stop talking now," Chase stumbles, sounding like Leo. "Sorry, I'm just a little nervous," Chase rubs his neck with his hand, looking down awkwardly.
"Don't be, there's nothing to be scared about. I'm not gonna eat your face off. I just wanted to hang out and check on you," Ronni says solemnly, her humor making Chase's nerves loosen a bit.
"Oh ok, well what would you like to do?"
"How about we play a game," Ronni supplies, dragging Chase to the bed grasping his hand. The simple action sent shivers to his spine and took everything in him to keep his blushing under control. "Ok, so I ask you a question, and then you ask me one." Seeing the confusion and slight frown on his face she adds, "I know it sounds pretty boring, but it will give us a chance to get to know each other."
With a nod from Chase as Ronni rolls up the desk chair next to the bed where he sat, they begin.
"What's your favorite color?" Chase asks first.
"Wow, type basic! But, it's blue," Ronni laughs.
"Mine too," Chase's face brightens slightly at the similarity.
"Do you have any siblings, and if so, what are their names?" Ronni challenges.
"My oldest brother's name is Adam who is 18, my older sister, who is younger than Adam, is named Bree and she is 17, and my older by a few months step brother is named Leo is 15. And I'm 14 by the way, but I'll be 15 in a few months," he informs.
"Do you like your siblings?" Ronni asks, seeming to become more serious and more curious to his answer.
"Sometimes, but I don't think they like me much. They tease me a lot, and I mean a lot. But it's not like I can help the way I am, it's just who I am. But I think they will realize that someday, and I hope that day will be soon. But yes I do like them, most of the time anyway," he responds, seeming to zone off a little, but reconnects to reality when he finishes. "And miss I do believe that was 2 questions. So that means I get to ask you 2!" Chase ends with a laugh.
"Fine sir, you may ask thy 2 in return," Ronni joins.
"Well, do you have any siblings?"
"Yes, I have a younger sister. She's 9. But she is very annoying, and she gets everything she wants! Ughhh, sometimes I hate to be the oldest!" Ronni groans.
"Well trust me, being the youngest isn't much better," Chase jokes, but the sincerity is evident in his joking tone.
"Ok well...do you like anyone? ...sorry if that's kind of personal," Chase looks down ashamed as he realizes what he said.
"Nope single and ready to mingle! Jk, but I think I like someone. I mean, I don't know for sure, but...yeah," she sighs. "But anyway, since you asked me a personal question, I'm gonna ask you one. What happened that day at school?"
Chase gulps and starts rubbing his arm nervously.
"You won't tell anyone right?" When Ronni nods and places a gentle hand on his lap he confesses. "I have leukemia."
After a few seconds of silence, Chase dares to look up at the girl, but throws his head back down when he sees her expression. Ronni had silent tears flowing down her eyes and her delicate face was frozen in shock.
"Oh Chase!" She exclaims taking the boy into her arms. Her body racks with sobs and doing the only thing that felt right, he wraps his arms around her as well, pulling her closer to him. "How much time?" She hiccups.
"The doctors say a few months," Chase whispers, his voice deciding not to raise any higher.
"No!" She screams. She starts lightly punching Chase's chest in her frustration. Her cries become hysterical, but all Chase does is pull his embrace closer, needing the comfort.
"My sister died from cancer," she whispers into his chest once she calmed down to just hiccups and the occasional tear.
"But I thought she-," Chase starts.
"I had another sister. She was 5 when she died. I had to watch her suffer every day, and there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing Chase. That's the worst part. All I could do was sit by her bedside reading a damn book, while she suffered from the pain. And she was so cute too. She had a bright future ahead. She wanted to be a dancer and a part-time scientist," Ronni laughs, "Chase I don't want to see you suffer like that-"
The next thing Ronni knows is a pair of soft lips are pressed into hers. Everything around her is erased and the only thing she felt is her body relax and her lips lean further into the kiss. Too soon it was over and they were both staring deep into each other's eyes, very deep, so deep it was hypnotizing.
"Chase, I like you," Ronni admits staring deep into his eyes.
"Well, that's gonna be a problem because I don't like you," Chase smiles, "I love you."
Although thing seemed sort of sudden, he felt like he could tell anything to he girl. He felt he could pour his soul to her, and that was a rare feeling for Chase, who was very secretive with his emotions. He knew he didn't have much time left, so he took the opportunity. It's what his heart told him to do, and he would follow his heart no matter what.
(1:45)
"Chase time to go to the hospital, hurry and get down here!" Mr. Davenport yells while taking his keys from the hanger by the door and putting on his hat. "And don't forget to dress warm, it's a little chilly out."
"COMING!" Chase yells, plopping down each step, trying not to trip while his feet hurriedly alternated after each step.
They had 15 minutes to get to the hospital for Chase's first round of chemo. Although, the doctor had told them they had less than a 20% chance of reacting nicely to the chemo. With his cancer spreading so fast and viciously its a touch or go situation. But telling from the reaction of this treatment, they should be already to sorta tell which direction this might go.
When they reach the hospital, Chase is nearly shaking in fear. He knows all he possible outcomes and it doesn't help his nervousness at all. Tasha has to grip her hands and bite her tongue not to kiss Chase's pale cheeks endlessly and rock him in his arms. Mr. Davenport has to throw he car keys in Tasha's purse just so he isn't as tempted to cry at Chase's fears and bring him home. He doesn't like seeing his youngest suffer so much, and he hasn't even got the treatment yet.
The whole walk in the hospital made Chase sick to his stomach. The children's ward was so depressing despite all the colorful murals painted along the walls. There were so many kids there. Some were hooked up to IVs, dragging a nurse behind them who was rolling the stand along, some were just laying in bed, looking as if they were knocking on death's door, despite their hearts beating at a normal pace. It was sad, even the children's playroom wasn't very appealing.
When Chase arrived to the hospital room, he sighed in little relief seeing a big pink chair situated in the middle of the room next to a table instead of a huge hospital bed. Hopefully he wouldn't have to change into that awkward hospital gown, he did not feel like blushing the whole time over his exposed bum.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, Chase. My name is Dr. Sarah. I will be the main doctor administering the chemo. But before the chemo, we are going to have to put a catheter in your chest. That's where the chemo will go in," the doctor explains while speeding in and getting everything set up. "Chase you can sit here," she adds pointing to the chair.
"How many times will he have to come to get this?" Tasha asks.
"Once a week for 4 weeks," the doctor smiles.
"So if there are no more questions, Chase in going to but you under conscious sedation while I put the catheter in so that you can't feel it, and then I'll start the treatment a few minutes after it's in," she gets a needle filled with a clear liquid and sticks it up his arm when everyone nods.
Chase suddenly feels his body relax, similar to being paralyzed, but it didn't make him panic, it just made him relax. He closed his eyes as his parents and Dr. Sarah took off his shirt and inserted the port. After about 20 minutes of getting that set up, she finally dragged over a IV stand with a yellow bag hanging on it. Still feeling a little drowsy, he watched as she connected the long tube coming from the plastic bag with the small tube sticking out his upper chest near his collarbone.
"Woah is it supposed to feel all tingly?" Chase asks 5 minutes later when the sedation wore off. Dr. Sarah jumps up after his comment.
"Did you say tingly?" She gasps.
"Well now it feels more like burning," Chase winces.
"BURNING? Take that tube out my baby now!" Tasha freaks jumping up and running over to Chase, who was now biting his lip from screaming in pain.
"I'm sorry ma'm but I don't understand why his body is reacting like that from the chemo. It's supposed to destroy the cells, but I think his body is resisting it and destroying his organs instead!"
"WHAT!" Tasha and Davenport both yell at the same time.
"Mommy it hurts!" Chase yells in pain, his eyes drooping.
"I know baby, I know just stay awake!" Tasha tries to soothe, but the tears welling up in her eyes give away her strong mask.
The nurse presses the red button on the wall and runs over to the cabinet when she hears the start of Chase's uneven breathing.
"Chase just calm down. Your causing a panic attack calm down!"
Chase couldn't comprehend anything around him. He could hear voices around him, but he was too focused on the chemo that was running all over his body. He could feel where it spread, the burning sensation making it painfully obvious. It went through his veins, up and down his body, then it started attacking his stomach. His stomach began to twist painfully and it made him squeeze his eyes tightly shut, then the burning pain traveled up to his chest. That's when he lost it. The sensation of fluid building up him his lungs made his gasp for air, desperately trying to draw in a few breaths before he would be sucked under. This led to the hyperventilation, along with more voices screaming at him.
The last thing Chase felt was things being stuck in his nose, his mom and dad squeezing his hand, and a bunch of hands grabbing him and laying him down on something soft before feeling a tickle on the tips of his ears as the wind rushed at him as if he were moving. All this, but he still kept his eyes squeezed shut, for he didn't know what he would see or find out when he opened them.
