A Glitch?

Chase's POV

I woke up and had to do a double take. Mr. Davenport was in the lab next to Bree who was laying on a couch. He was handing her a small tube of liquid that was pink. Bree took it and and gulped it down. She was shivering and sweaty, as if she had just ran three miles in the North Pole. I open my capsule door and run over to her. She didn't look so good. Mr. Davenport reached as if to push me back, but unfortunately was to late. "Chase-"

Bree's arm shot forward with speed like a cheetah on roller skates, pushing me backwards. I ram into Mr. Davenport but at half Bree's speed. "No!"

Mr. Davenport was acting like she was about to kill me. She glitched, that wasn't very uncommon. That wasn't what I was worried about. I'm just trying to help my sister; she looks sick.

Mr. Davenport's POV

I woke up to Bree poking my wrist. I immediately sat up. "What is it , Bree?"

"I don't feel well." She moaned.

"What do you mean?" I asked, worried that maybe she might have accidentally touched the chemical from the mission last night and gotten excemminosis.

"I don't know. I just woke up and my stomach hurts, i'm nauseous, and I have a horrible headache."

I was convinced that there was something wrong. "Come on. Go lie down in the lab." I walked down the hallway with her and pushed the button that opened the secret door to the lab. I stepped inside with Bree. " ?" She asked.

"Yes?" I said.

In a split second Bree was bouncing off the walls like a pinball until I caught her. "Great. You put dents in the walls." I grumbled. "What happened?" I ask.

"I guess I glitched. Do you think I'm sick?" She asked.

"Most likely." I answered.

"Do you think that me being sick has anything to do with my glitches?" She fiddled with her fingers.

"I think you being sick has everything to do with your glitches. And I know that there will be more."

The elevator door opens with a ding and we step out. I run to a cabinet while bree lay on the couch." Aha! I found it! The medicine. Here." I try to hand it to her.

"Thanks." She whispers. Her arm flies over and knocks over the medicine with a thump. "Stop glitching! I can't let you wake Adam or Chase up. If they touch you, you might give them the virus. Without you missions will be difficult. Without you and one of them, impossible." I say.

"Oh no. I could ruin everything. I could be responsible for losing lots of lives that could have been saved." Bree says quietly.

I reach and grab the medicine again to hand to her. " Be careful." I say.

" I will. "

I hear a door fly open with a thud and Chase runs over. "Chase!"I try to yell. "No!"

But it was too late. She had touched him. It was only a matter of time before he got the virus. This was it. No more missions in a long time. "What?" Chase asks innocently.

"What happened to her?

What's wrong?

Answer me!"

I sat down. "Bree might have Excemminosis." I whisper.

"What? You didn't wake me up! I can't believe this!" He said.

"Guys calm down." Bree said shakily.

"I glitch because I'm sick, Chase. I-I just touched you. That means you'll get sick, too. That means no more missions. That means no more saving lives. That means-"

Chase cut her off. " Bree, I'm not sick yet. I might not ever be sick. Let's not focus on the 'what-ifs'. Let's focus on what's actually happening." He said.

"You're right." She said."You're right. This might not even happen. Wait, Mr. Davenport what are we going to do about school?" She asked. "I"ll just call you in sick. In fact, I'll go do that right now." I Thought out loud.

Author's Note: I decided to update again with a longer chapter [As promised]. I will be updating tomorrow on New Year's Eve probably with an even longer chapter. Thanks so much for reading. If you have any suggestions please comment them and they just might happen. Until later this is Jane B. signing off.