This is a true story that happened to me and my brother and I thought I could turn my brother's story into Bree's. Hope you like it. :)
Bree's POV.
I woke up Monday morning and felt pain in my ears and I had a massive headache. I look at my brothers capsule and see that Chase is not in his, but Adam is. I put my hand on my head hoping to stop it from pounding and slowly step out of my capsule. I softly wince in pain from ear and head. I super speed to the elevator and it takes me upstairs. I see Chase is sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. I can't let him no the pain I'm in. I walk in the kitchen and make my breakfast while putting on a fake smile.
"Hey Bree."
"Hey." I say while gritting my teeth from the pain, but still put on a fake smile.
He looks at me in concern "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm just-" I cut myself off because I feel sick feeling in my stomach. I turn to the sink and start to throw up. Chase rushes to my side to hold back my hair and rubs my back. After doing that for about 2 minutes I stop. I start to groan from the pain.
"Bree are you okay?" Chase asks. I shake my head and groan while holding my stomach tight. "Okay, you better lay down." He leads me to the couch and as I lay down he sits next to my. The elevator dings 'bing' and I groan from the noise hurting my ears. Adam comes into the room.
He notices me "Hey, what's wrong with Bree?" Adam says and he rushes over to my side.
"I don't know she came upstairs this morning and she threw up." Chase explained Adam rubbed my shoulder for comfort.
I groan again "Where does it hurt?" Adam asks.
"My head, my stomach, and my ears." I say. Chase looks at Adam with a worried face.
"Let me scan you to see what's wrong." Chase gets up and scans me."You have an ear infection, but that's all you seem to have."
"Then why does my stomach and my head hurt?" I question.
"I don't know. I'll give you some medicine for your ear infection and your staying home from school today." Chase says and I nod.
"Adam go grab the blue pills in the cabinet." Adam does as I said, and grabs the pill and a glass of water. He hands me the pills and the cup of water and when I take the pills and the water I give the cup back to him.
"Well we better get going." Chase says and they start to walk towards the door.
I grab Adam's arm and stop him "Wait!" I say and they turn around to face me. "Can one of you get me a throw-up pan! Please!" I say quickly and Chase runs to get a throw-up pan and hand it to me. Adam pulls my hair back and I start to throw up.
"Maybe we better stay home today to take care of her." Chase says and Adam nods.
"No. You guys don't have to do that. I'm fine." I say groggily after I'm done throwing up.
"We do. Tasha and Leo are seeing Leo's grandma and Mr. Davenport is at that buisness meeting for 3 days. We are gonna take care of you." Chase says and put his hands in mine.
"Thank you guys." I say softly and I fall asleep. I wake up about 2 hours later gasping for air. For some reason I can't breath. I jolt up off the couch and sweet air starts to enter my lungs. Adam and Chase stare at me in concern.
"Bree what happened!" Chase asks and I keep taking deep breaths.
"I don't know. I was sound asleep and the suddenly I couldn't breath." I explain and tears start to come down my face.
"Are you okay?" Adam asks.
"Yeah I'm fine." I say and start to calm down.
"You need some rest. Why don't you go back to sleep." Chase says and I nod in agreement. The next 3 days were tough. Instead of getting better I feel like I just got worse. My brothers were great at taking care of me. They always knew what to do and we missed school for those 3 days. I did however still woke up from lack of oxygen a few times. I don't know why, but I started to get scared and I couldn't sleep.
*Later That Day*
Mr. Davenport comes in the room. "Hey guys, I'm home." He sees me laying on the couch with a blanket and Adam and Chase sitting around me with a cup of water, a throw-up pan, ice pack, and pills. "Is everything okay?" Mr. Davenport says with a concern voice and rushes over to me.
"Sort of. 3 days ago Bree got an ear infection, stomach ache, and head ache." Adam explains.
"We gave her everything she needed, but she doesn't seem to be getting any better." Chase explains the rest.
Mr. Davenport puts a hand on my head "Honey, we might need to take you to the hospital." I give him a scared look and I squeeze Adam's and Chase's hand. I hate hospitals. I always have. They make me so nervous and I freak out.
My family knows this. Chase puts a hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be okay Bree." he says softly and I nod slightly.
"Bree can you walk." Mr. Davenport asks and when I try to even stand up my arms and legs fail me and I fall back onto the couch. "Okay Adam can you carry Bree to the car?" Mr. Davenport asks and Adam picks me up in a bridal hold and we all get in the car. The whole car ride their I'm to nervous, to do anything but think of what's gonna happen. I'm pretty sure my brothers or Mr. Davenport tried to talk to me, but I was to spaced out to answer. We reach the hospital and we all get out of the car and Adam again carries me inside.
Mr. Davenport walks up to the front desk. "Excuse me, but we need to see Dr. Johnson right now." The guy at the front desk nods and shows us to a room. Adam places me on the bed.
"How did you manage to get us in a room so quickly?" Chase asks.
"Dr. Johnson is our family's doctor. Everyone in the hospital knows if we need him, we need him right away." Mr. Davenport explains and not a moment later the doctor comes in who I assume is Dr. Johnson.
"Mr. Davenport what's wrong?" The doctor asks.
"Well, my daughter has had an ear infection for 3 days and my sons have been doing all the right treatments to help it, but it only seems to get worse. She also appears to have a stomach and head ache." Mr. Davenport explains to the doctor.
"Also when I would go to sleep I would wake up and have trouble breathing." I say and Mr. Davenports eyes widen because we never told him.
"Okay, lets check this out." He walks over and checks my ears and then my head.
"Okay, now Mr. Davenport does your family have any medical history." The doctor asks.
"Not that I know of. Wait! I had a lot of cousins, aunts and uncles that died mysteriously. They were at young ages so it wasn't because of old age." Mr. Davenport explains.
"I know what's going on. Mr. Davenport, your family has HHT." The doctor says. (Sorry I don't remember exactly what it stand for. I think its Hereditary hemorrhagic telangiectasia, but I'm not sure.)
"What's that?" Chase asks.
"It is an autosomal dominant genetic disorder that leads to abnormal blood vessel formation in the skin, mucous membranes, and often in organs such as the lungs, liver, and brain. Which in your case is the lungs. Your very lucky though. If you didn't have that ear infection we never would have known and you could have died. Most people aren't as lucky." I stare at the doctor in shock.
"So your saying I could have died?" I ask.
"Yes. Now you need immediate surgery. I recommend you calling some hospitals that would do the surgery. There's a hospital in Connecticut that has great doctors. They will have to give your whole family a test on their percentage of HHT because it's a genetic so your whole family does possibly have it. I'm so sorry." The doctor says and leaves the room.
"Wow." I say in a shocked voice.
"I'll call a hospital in Connecticut and get you an appointment." Mr. Davenport says and leaves the room. (I'm not saying that Connecticut has the best hospitals, I'm just saying that's the state the doctors told us to go to for the surgery.)
"Bree. Are you okay?" Adam asks and he puts a hand on my shoulder.
"I could've died. Most people do die from this, but I was lucky enough to find out soon enough." I say with tears coming down my face and my brothers hug me.
"It's okay Bree. We're here for you." Chase says trying to comfort me and Mr. Davenport walks in.
"Okay Bree, you're going into surgery." Mr. Davenport says and I gulp. I've never had surgery before. My chip makes me almost immune to anything, so I have never needed surgery. Adam carries me to the car and when we drive to Mr. Davenports private jet Adam carries me into the jet. I slept the whole ride because Mr. Davenport says as long as I'm sitting up, I can sleep without having trouble breathing. When we make it to Connecticut, I'm absolutely terrified.
Chase's POV.
We make it to Connecticut and I can tell Bree's nervous. When Mr. Davenport gets up from his seat, Bree squeezes my hand so hard it turned purple.
"Okay, Bree. Are you ready?" Mr. Davenport asks Bree in a soft voice. She nods slightly. Me and Adam get out of our seats and Adam is about to carry Bree, but Mr. Davenport stops him. "Um, you guys aren't coming to the hospital."
We all stare at him. "What?" Bree asks with a worried voice and pure terror in her eyes.
"What do you mean, we aren't coming to the hospital?" Adam asks.
"I mean your not coming. Trust me it's better if you two stay here while Bree goes into surgery." Mr. Davenport explain and me and Adam try to disagree, but we lose the fight. Mr. Davenport takes Bree in her arms while still holding onto Adam's hand.
"It's okay Bree." Adam says and Bree lets go of his hand when Mr. Davenport walks further away.
"Don't worry, we'll see you right when you wake up from the surgery." I say and the private jet door closes.
"She'll be okay right?" Adam asks me.
"Yeah. Bree's strong." I say.
*2 hours later*
It's been 2 hours since Mr. Davenport and Bree went to the hospital for Bree's surgery. We get a call and I look to see who it is. It's Mr. Davenport!
I pick it up and put it on speaker. "Hey, how's Bree doing?" I ask and I hear screaming and crying in the background.
"She's um-well." Mr. Davenport says and Adam cuts him off.
"Is that her screaming and crying?" Adam asks in concern.
"Yes." Mr. Davenports says.
"What's wrong?!" I ask
"Bree needs to take pills that will make her sleep during surgery, but she's really scared. The nurses are considering to come in and hold her down and force her to take it, but I thought maybe you guys could calm her down." Mr. Davenport explains. (I don't know what nurses would hold a kid down to get him to calm down, but apparently me talking to my brother on the phone calmed him down.)
"Put her on the phone." I demand.
"Okay. Bree, it's Adam and Chase." Mr. Davenport says and hands the phone over to Bree.
Bree's screaming and crying starts to calm down. "He-hello?" Bree stutters.
"Bree, It's Adam and Chase." I say calmly.
Bree sniffles "Guys, I'm scared." Pure terror is in her voice.
"Look we know it's scary, but you have to take the pill. It's like having coffee, but reverse." Adam explains and Bree calms down.
"Okay." She sniffles and takes the pill. "You promise to see me as soon as I wake up?"
"We promise." I say in a serious voice.
Bree yawns "Okay. Bye, I love you guys." She calms down completely.
"Love you too." Me and Adam say and the call ends.
"Let's hope the surgery goes well." I say and we sit and talk.
*4 Hours Later*
After 4 hours of no word from Mr. Davenport or Bree and then we get a call from Mr. Davenport. I immediately pick it up and put it on speaker.
"Mr. Davenport how's Bree!" I basically yell at him and Adam rushes over to me.
"She's doing great and she got out of surgery a couple hours ago. The doctors say she should wake up in an hour so you should probably drive over now." Mr. Davenport explains.
"Okay, we'll be right over." I say in a rush and Adam drives us to the hospital.
We got to the front desk. "Hi, how may I help you?" The lady at the front desk asks.
"We're brothers of Bree Davenport." Adam says.
"Bree Davenport. Ah- yes she's in room 203." She says and points the direction of the room.
"Thanks." I say and we basically run to the room. When we open the door and see Bree still sleeping her bed and Mr. Davenport in a chair right next to her bed.
"Hey, how's she doing?" Adam asks and hold Bree's hand.
"She's doing fine. I think she's starting to wake up." Mr. Davenport says and Bree start to move and slowly opens her eyes. When her eyes are completely open she smiles at the sight of us.
"Hey guys." She says in a small and shaky voice.
"Hey, how're you doing?" I ask and sit at the foot of her bed.
"I'm doing great. I'm so glad you guys came." She says and we hug her tight, but not to tight.
After that she stayed in the hospital for another day and then we went back home. Things were pretty normal after that. Me and Adam did get tested on our percentage off HHT and me and him only have a 20%-30% of HHT, so we'll be all good. It will pass on to our kids, but we don't have to worry about that now. We are so happy though that Bree is all better and after a few weeks of taking it easy and not using her bionics to much, she went back to being her normal self.