Bree PROV:
I feel horrible this morning. My headache is worse and my throat feels raw, despite getting a full night's sleep.
I take the elevator up to the living room where everybody else is-besides Tasha and Leo who are visiting relatives for the weekend. Mr Davenport drinks his coffee in the kitchen while Adam and Chase are watching TV on the couch. I go over and sit beside Chase.
"Morning." He says, glancing at me. I reply with a faint smile because my throat's so sore I am scared to speak.
"Alrighty, who is really for some training."Mr Davenport says, clapping his hands together in attempt to amp us up.
My groan is muffed by my hands that grope at my face. Training is the last thing I want to do today.
"So, I'm guessing that's a no?" Chase says, turning the TV on mute.
"Hey! I was watching that!" Adam yells. We just ignore him.
"Come on Bree, you'll be fine. Do it for the sake of the team." Mr Davenport says shaking my shoulder.
"I don't wanna." My moan is rough and my eyes well up with tears, my throat feels swollen.
Chase wraps his arm around me as I wipe away my tears.
"Bree, just give it a go." Mr Davenport pushes.
I shake my head.
"Mr Davenport, if I may. If Bree doesn't feel up for training, she shouldn't have to train." Chase says.
"I guess so."Mr Davenport sighs. "Training is cancelled. Chase take your sister upstairs and Adam just continue doing what you're doing."
"I'll take that." Adam says as he snatches the remote from Chase's hand.
Chase takes me up into the spare room and tucks me in. He feels my forehead and scrunches up his nose slightly, but he doesn't say anything.
"What's wrong with Mr Davenport?" I ask him quietly.
"I don't have a clue." Chase says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I wouldn't worry about him, he's probably stressed out at the moment."
I nod. Chase pats me on the shoulder and exits the room. Within seconds I'm fast asleep.