Hi y'all! Well, I decided to update now since my parents are setting up an Easter egg hunt downstairs and I'll not allowed to leave my room. Oh, it looks like you guys might get three chapters today! Lucky you!

For those of you who were cheering "fight, fight, fight," after the last chapter, this one won't disappoint! I'm glad you all like the story so much! Don't forget to check out my other stories too: Death of a Team (complete) and Just Another Girl. Enjoy!

I don't own Lab Rats (dang it!).

* * * Donald's POV * * *

I looked at my youngest son lying on my cyberdesk. From the second I saw him I knew this was not a good thing. I began to draw on any and all medical knowledge I had acquired over the years. Whatever I didn't know myself I found out with my computers. Cuts and bruises. Broken collarbone. Glass in the shoulder. Possible concussion. Broken leg. Definitely broken leg.

He'll be okay, I told myself. Chase is strong. He'll pull through. After a close examination, Chase didn't seem quite as bad as he had first appeared. As long as I could get him wrapped up before he lost too much blood, I was pretty sure he'd be fine.

One of the things I was most worried about when I saw Chase was his bionic chip. He quite obviously had glass in his shoulder. If any of it managed to slice into his neck and make contact with his chip . . . I shuddered at the thought. But it didn't look like that was the case. The glass was mere inches from his chip, however. I didn't even want to think about what would've happened if Adam had thrown Chase at just a slightly different angle . . .

"Dooooonieeeee!" a high pitched voice called out. I made a face.

"Not now, Eddy!" That strange computer was my best friend, but sometimes even I got annoyed with his shenanigans. Now more than ever I wanted to shut Eddy off. And I would have too, but I was a little scared to leave Chase's side.

"But there's an awesome show going on in the living room right now! Want to see?" I started to say that I didn't, but Eddy had already brought up the living room on the screen.

"I'm sorry!" Adam was saying.

"Sorry doesn't begin to excuse what you did!" Bree was screaming. She had tears stains on her cheeks. "Our little brother is down there, severely hurt, and it's all your fault!"

"I didn't mean to do it!"

"Yeah, you never mean to do it. But you did! Did you see him, Adam? I have never seen anyone look as horrible as he did at that moment!"

"It's not my fault he's so tiny and fragile!"

"You're cracking jokes now? You are the most . . . insensitive . . . annoying . . . thoughtless person I know!"

"Bree, would you stop using such big words?"

"Big words? Our little brother is down there badly wounded – because of you – and you're getting upset over big words?"

"Bree, look, I'm sorry! And I've already said that it was an accident!"

"It was an accident, wasn't it? But it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. You know, you're always throwing him around. You keep saying it's fun. But is this fun, Adam? Is this really fun for you?" Bree turned and stormed out of the room.

I barely heard Adam whisper a quiet, "No," before Eddy came back on the screen.

"Wow, what a bunch of losers!" Eddy whined. This time I was done. I stormed over and swiped Eddy off the screen before hurrying back to Chase. Something deep down inside knew I would have to talk to Adam and Bree. But that could wait; right now Chase needed me more.

So that was chapter 3! Hope you all liked it! Chapter 4 will go up either this evening or tomorrow morning. It will be from Adam's POV! How fun! I know that if you read this story you most likely have the capability to review. So go ahead! Don't be shy! Criticism and suggestions are definitely welcome! I already have the entire story typed up on my computer, but you guys can still tell me what you want to see and I'll see if I can fit it in somewhere in the story. Happy Easter!