A/N Well i'm not going to point fingers here, but let's just say someone (Asha Davis) was being a little demanding so i'm writing this now. JK Asha's awesome. Incase you didn't read the summary Chase is only eleven.
Chase's pov
Grrr… Why can't I do this stupid flip. I've face planted like 10 times already. Well on the bright side my sibling's are at school. If they were bored they would probably be recording my failure and posting it online. Well I just have to keep trying Mr. Davenport is expecting me to be able to do this. This time when I did it I landed on my hands weird and heard a crack. Well that can't be good.
I ended up doing a sort of one handed cart wheel instead of the actual flip. I went over to the bench in the training room and scanned my already swollen hand and wrist. Sure enough two of the bones in my hand and my wrist were fractured. Great just great. I'm used to getting broken bones on mission so this was nothing new. I went upstairs to get some ice from the kitchen to try to keep my hand and wrist from swelling up more.
While I was sitting at the kitchen island waiting for the swelling in my hand to go down I heard a car pull up in the drive way. Tasha. She must have gotten out of work early. I really hope she doesn't make a big deal out of the situation. I hear her walking up the drive way and unlocking the door. She walks in and doesn't seem to notice anything. She glances up at me as she walks past. "Hi Chase," she greets as she walks past. "Hi Tasha," I reply. Suddenly she pauses and walks backwards.
"What's wrong with your hand she asks," she asks in a concerned, yet suspicious voice. "I broke my hand and wrist," I state simply. "You what, why didn't you say anything," she asks in a concerned voice while coming over to look at my now less swollen hand and wrist. " It's not really a big deal we get hurt all the time on missions," I reply.
Tasha looks kind of mad for a second and suddenly I feel mad and concerned. Weird, probably just some glitch. "Donald," I hear her grumble under her breathe. I'm just gonna assume that Mr. Davenport don't tell her when we get hurt. "Well come on," she says while grabbing her purse. "Huh," I ask confused. " Your wrist and hand are broken your supposed to go to the doctor when that happens," she states like it's obvious.
"I can't go to a doctor," I reply with a small laugh. "Why not?," she asks. " They could find out about my bionics," I reply. "But your chip is in your neck though so it shouldn't be a problem," she replies with hints of annoyance in her voice. "Yes, but they'll x-ray my hand and there's kinda a hard drive in my finger," I reply with a kind of nervous chuckle, knowing that bionics kinda freak Tasha out.
I see her eye brows rise a little bit and her eyes widen for a second. " Doesn't that hurt," she replies with a shocked voice. "Not really I reply unless I download I virus which stings," I reply.
I hear Mr. Davenport's car coming around the corner and tell Tasha that he's back. She seemed a little shock since she most likely didn't hear anything. She get's up and walks over the window just in time to see Mr. Davenport driving around the corner. She gives me a questioning look and I just reply by saying "super senses."
I rest my head in my left hand, the one that's not broken and wait for him to come inside. Of course he has to look in the car's mirrors for a few minutes before Tasha marches outside to most likely yell at her husband. I'm tempted to eavesdrop, but instead I go on the internet inside my head. When I hear them come inside I look up and Tasha let's out a small scream. " What," I ask. Mr. Davenport gestures to his eye and I get the message. I close my eyes for a second to make my bionic eye go back to it's normal hazel color. I hear Tasha grumble under her breathe, "I am never going to get used to that," she says obviously momentarily forgetting about my super hearing.
"So, from what I understand you broke your right wrist and hand," he says obviously trying to move away from the whole freaky bionic eye thing. "Yup," I reply while popping the p. "K, where did you break it," he asks. Uhh… I look at them hoping they get the message. Luckily Mr. Davenport does. " We should continue in the lab there's medical supplies down there," he says knowing Tasha will do almost anything to avoid having to go down to the lab. Thankfully, Tasha didn't want to go down to the lab. So she faked a phone call.
On the ride down to the lab Mr. Davenport decided to start a conversation. "Sorry about Tasha freaking," he said without making eye contact. Probably wondering if I was offended or not. "It's fine. Although to be honest I was tempted to scan my hand and pull up an x-ray right in front of her and freak her out , just to get revenge for her screaming. Super senses can be cool, but some times there a pain," I replied.
He kinda just chuckled at my response as we stepped out of the elevator. I walked over and sat in one of the chairs by the cyber desk before scanning my hand and wrist and pulling up an x-ray. Mr. Davenport walked over and examined the x-ray for a minute. "Well the good news is your hard drive and setup doesn't seem to be damaged. Bad news is you'll be in a brace for about two weeks. I would put you in a cast, but I wanna be able to check your hard drive and setup without having to take a cast off your hand," he says after scanning my hand with one of his inventions. Most likely checking on my hard drive and setup considering that it was pretty clear that my hand and wrist were broken.
" I do have one question though," Mr. Davenport began. "How did you break your hand," he asked suspiciously. "I messed up on a flip," I replied simply. He seemed satisfied with that answer.
I then went up to my room to read or something. Mr. Davenport gave us rooms to help protect our bionic secret. Considering it might seem a little weird to one of Adam or Bree's friends that we don't have bedrooms. We still sleep in our capsules at night, but if someone comes over for the night we have to sleep lying down. I check my internal clock. It's 3:00 which means that Adam, Bree and Leo will be arriving home from school any minute. I don't go to school considering that I don't need to and I glitch more than my siblings. Plus I have Spike. When ever people question me or my family about Spike we just say that I have a personality disorder. That's also our excuse for me being "home schooled."
I start to become bored so I start surfing the internet. Having the internet in your brain is….interesting. I can hear Adam, Bree, and Leo enter the house, but I just ignore them. I don't really feel like playing 20 questions right now. And trust me when you get hurt or become sick and your the youngest of 4 it's more like 40 questions. I'm about to head downstairs, when Bree speeds into my room. Jeez Bree knock much?
Bree starts asking me a bunch of questions while speed talking. Eventually Adam and Leo come in too and join Bree. Some of Adam's questions were kind of random, but eh it's Adam. I think they knew that I would remember everything they were saying because they didn't bother wait for any answers.
When they finally finished questioning me my mind was on overdrive trying to make sense of all the voices and questions. "Well," Bree asked obviously becoming impatient. "Wow," I breathed while rubbing my temples. "Okay, one question at a time please." "What happened," Bree asked. "Okay what do you guys know," I ask
"Well we asked where you were because I needed help with my French homework and you speak everything. Then Mr. Davenport said you were in your room and got hurt earlier today, but then he got a phone call and walked off," Bree explained
"Okay well I broke my hand and wrist," I said while gesturing to the brace on my right hand. "Don't you usually have a cast when you break a bone and a brace when you sprain something," Leo asked. "Yes, but Mr. Davenport wants to be able to check on my hard drive and setup without having to deal with a cast," I replied. "How did you break your hand," Adam asked. "I messed up on a flip," I sighed.
"Okay then, now can you help me with my French homework and by that I mean do it for me," Bree asked while taking out her homework. After giving Bree all the answers to her homework she left. Soon after Adam and Leo asked me if I wanted to play video games. Let's just see holding a video game controller while having a brace isn't easy.
