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"Chase, are you ok?" Bree asks concerned.
"Yeah, I think I'm fine, just a little shocked maybe."
"Are you happy?" Bree asks, scared.
"Uhhhh...I don't know, Bree. You know I didn't really want kids...buuuutttt I guess it does kind of sound exciting, in a way," Chase sighs.
"Omg! Chase!" Bree squeals, happy Chase isn't mad.
"Bree, can you lead me over to the couch?" Chase breathes. That's when Bree notices Chase swaying, and his hand holding his chest.
"CHASE! Are you ok?" She asks, scared.
"Yeah, just my chest hurts. But I'm probably just exaggerating." He mumbles, trying to stay calm.
"Uhhh yeah, but maybe I should get some help, you don't look so good."
"No it's ok Bree, it's probably nothing. My body was probably just overwhelmed from the news and-" But before he can finish, he starts hyperventilating. His body starts to collapse, and his breaths are slow and almost non-existent.
"Ahhhh! CHASE! Somebody help! Not my husband, NOOO, please Chase! Don't leave me, don't leave meeeeee!" Bree shouts, before Leo tackles her onto the couch, backing her away from Chase.
Davenport & Tasha are already down by Chase's side, checking his vitals, and Adam is calling an ambulance. Leo is comforting Bree, while Bree squirms and fights trying desperately to hold her husband in her arms.
"Leo let me go, I need to see him!" Bree shouts.
"Bree, you need to calm down. Chase is going to be fine," Leo instructs.
"Ahhhhhh! Get off of me!" Bree shouts, before biting Leo's finger.
"Owwwww!" Leo screeches.
"Bree, settle down, we can't help Chase when your acting crazy," Mr. Davenport tells her.
"Crazy? Crazy?! Excuse me for acting crazy when my husband-" Bree starts before she passes out onto the couch. That's when Mr. Davenport shows us the syringe he poked her with.
"Donald! What did u do?" Tasha asks.
"I sedated her, she needed to calm down."
Bree P.O.V
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
I flutter open my eyes, but immediately shut them when my vision gets blasted by a bright, white light. After I few seconds, I open them again, and allow my vision to adjust. When I look around, I realize I'm in an hospital. What? I move my eyes next to me, and notice another white bed with a boy laying on top. Not any boy, my husband. I jump up, but wince when my head starts to lightly throb.
"Bree, your awake!" I turn back to the door and see Mr. Davenport running up to me.
"What...what happened?" I ask, confused to how I got here.
"Bree how about you get some rest?" He says looking guilty. Then, like a tsunami, everything comes flooding back to me.
"You sedated me didn't you?" I ask, trying to not get mad.
"Yeah, sorry. I thought I put a little too much when u wouldn't wake up a few hours after." He apologizes. I roll my eyes.
"How's Chase?" I ask concerned, racing to get out the bed.
"Uhh well, he's alive," Mr. Davenport sighs.
"What happened to him, and don't lie!" I narrow my eyes, threateningly.
"Well the doctors told us Chase has a condition called Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy. They did a blood test. They told us he has had this since he was little, but the symptoms didn't develop until he was older," Mr. Davenport informs, his voice cracking at times.
"What are the symptoms?" I question.
"Chest pain, shortness of breath, fatigue, fainting, swelling in the ankles, legs, feet, abdomen, and veins in the neck, coughing or wheezing, lack of appetite or nausea, impaired thinking, increased heart rate, palpitations which is fluttering of the chest due to abnormal heart rhythms, and rarely, death."
"WHAT!" I cry, "but we're supposed to have a baby soon!" I sob brokenly. Mr. Davenport holds me into his chest and let's me cry for a while until I fall asleep.
I just want my husband!
Hope it was ok, next chapter coming soon...