Bree's .P.O.V.

As Adam and Chase started to the elevator, I stayed behind, bracing myself for what was coming next. I then turned to Davenport. "You feel sick again don't you?" He asked. I nodded and looked at him solemly. "Honey," He said, walking over to me, "You're strong, amazing and a fighter. You'll get through this. I love you like a daughter and you don't know how much I don't want to loose you."

He ran his fingers through my hair comfortingly, and he spoke. "Take some of those energy/strength pills to go on the mission. You have treatment again tomorrow. Tasha's taking Leo shopping and she's dragging Adam and Chase with her and while their out I'll take you for treatment since netheir of us want them to know what's wrong with you or that there's anything wrong with you." He was right, I didn't want Adam and Chase to know about my death sentence. I was too young to die.

I did as I was told, taking the pills. But I still had that feeling, the feeling that I'd be dying in a mater of months. That I'd I'd never have kids, get married or see my brothers do the same. It all started the one day.

*Flashback*

Mr. Davenport had taken me to the doctors because I'd been feeling dizzy and sick. I'd also passed out after running, which isn't normal. And though he didn't know, I also had bruises that I didn't know where I got them. I was sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office and I got called back. Tasha went back with me, being like a mother and that Mr. Davenport didn't want to see me get stuck with needles if that happened.

"So, Ms. Davenport," The doctor said, introducing herself. "I'm Dr. Kennedy." She was tan and blonde. Her smile was warming and calmed me a little bit, for I was afraid for what was wrong with me. I spoke. "You can call me Bree," "Ok Bree. I hear You've been dizzy and sick. And that you've passed out a couple times." "And I've also had bruises that I don't know where I got them." "Well the symptoms point to anemia and/or blood deficiencies, but I'll have to take some blood to make sure. Before I do that, I would like to give you an over all checkup as well."

I nodded. After the checkup, she went and got a syringe thing to collect the blood. When she came back, she tightened gauze around part of my arm. "Most people prefer not to look when the needle's being put in but they like to watch the blood coming in the syringe." She stuck the needle in and I didn't watch. After it was in, I turned. She covered the part of the needle sticking out and I watched the blood going in the syringe. It was pretty cool.

"Ok," Dr. Kennedy said after she was done and took the needle out of my arm. She packaged the syringe to be sent to the lab and she put gauze on my arm where the needle was. "Ok, well I'll get the blood sent to the lab and I'll see you in a few weeks with the results. Have a nice day." She said as she was walking us out.

Mr. Davenport and Tasha took me back home and Tasha made sandwiches for lunch. Chase, Adam and Leo were still at school. I'd been taken out early for the doctor's appointment. After Lunch, I went upstairs to my room, laying on my stomach on my bed, absent mindedly using my laptop.

A few weeks later.

The blood test results were in and I went back to the doctor's with Tasha and Mr. Davenport. Dr. Kennedy brought us back into her office and sat us down. "Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, I have some news about Bree's blood test. You might want to brace yourselves." "What's wrong with Bree?" Mr. Davenport asked. "Well I'm sorry to say that she has stage four Acute lymphoblastic leukemia. The advanced stage means that treatment has less of a chance of working, but we'll try." I couldn't believe it. I'd just gotten an intermediate death sentence.

By then, Tasha was crying and Mr. Davenport looked like he was about to start crying himself. I was shocked. "Very well. When can she start treatment?" Mr. Davenport asked, his voice cracking. "Very soon. And from now on I'll be her doctor so I can oversee her treatment." "Alright." She gave us a bunch of pamphlets and we were allowed to go. When we got home, I went straight to my room and collapsed on my bed.

Treatment started the next week, after all the paperwork was put together. Thankfully they didn't make me throw up like it did with other people. Dr. Kennedy was glad for that. I was pulled out of school for treatments. Tasha insisted that we tell Adam, Chase and Leo what was wrong with me, but me and Mr. Davenport didn't want them to know.

*End of Flashback*

After I changed into my mission suit, I met Adam and Chase down in the lab. Mr. Davenport gave us the instructions for part 1 of the mission and handed me the duffel bag with the gadget in it and we left for the mission.