Helloooooooo! Sorry this update took longer than expected, I wrote a new story, that you can check out now: Easier Said Than Done. Also the reason for this long update was I didn't realize where I ended last chapter so I started writing more, and I didn't realize I could have gave you guys the part that's already written lol. But yeah, so hope you like this one. And check out my other story, at the end of this chapter I'll provide a better summary for Easier Said Than Done, (there may be some spoilers), for you guys. Also, I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter, it's actually the second half of last chapter, but the next update should be soon. Review, and enjoy!
"Hey Chase," I say quietly, as a doctor opens the door to Chase's room.
I watch as his head slowly turns to face me, noticing a presence in the room. I jump when the metal door slams shut behind me.
"Hi Bree," Chase mumbles, his face erased of any expression.
"How ya doing?" My attempt at acting casual, although my voice crack is evident.
"How are you doing?" He asks back, his voice almost robotic.
"Um, I'm fine...Sooooo..." I trail off looking around the room.
It's pretty dark in here, despite the faint shine of the sun through the window shades. The walls are a light cream color, and the floor is covered in gray tiles. There is only one small window in the room, across from Chase's bed. There are 2 plastic chairs sitting in the room, one of them occupied by me, and the other lonely looking, as if no one has used it in a long time. Chase is sitting on a hospital bed, with a small table next to it. On the other side of the bed is an iv stand. The doctor told me its to give him his medicine, since they can't trust him to take pills by himself, considering his past suicide attempts. But, overall the room is very spacious, probably because owns the place.
I am brought out of my thoughts by the sound of the bed sheets ruffling. I look up and see Chase staring at me, while pulling his legs up to his chest. His hair is messy, his skin is pale, and his eyes have a faraway look to them.
"How are the students?" Chase's voice booms like a bomb when he talks in the dead silent room.
"They're ok. They're getting really good at their bionics. Mr. Davenport even sent them on a real mission the other day," I rant.
Chase watches me talk, as if hearing me for he first time. His head nods as he processes the information.
"How's Bob?" He asks after a moment.
"He's ok, he was upset at first but now he realizes A-Adam is a hero, and now he really wants to be like him," I say my brother's name awkwardly.
"Bree?" Chase asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes Chase?" I look back up at Chase, but he seems to have found the bed sheets more interesting than my face.
I look back down awkwardly, but glance back up when I hear sniffles. Chase's head is still down and I watch as a drop of water falls from his face into his knee and slides down onto the bed. I debate whither or not to approach, thinking about the reason he's in this place, but I run over when I remember that he's my little brother and I love him no matter what and he wouldn't hurt me. I hop onto the bed and touch his back. At first he freezes unsure, but finally he falls into my touch and lets me rub his back. I lean his body into me and he sobs brokenly into my chest.
"Bree?" He sniffles.
"Yes Chasey?" I ask, tearing up myself.
"What's wrong with me?," he asks silently, his hazel eyes burning into my brown ones.
"Nothing's wrong with you. Your just wired up a little differently than others. But that's ok, there are lots of special people who were wired up differently. Like Albert Einstein ...and Iron Man," I smile rubbing my fingers through his brown messy hair, trying to keep myself from shaking.
"I like Iron Man," he admits, shrugging.
For a few minutes, there was silence. It was awkward for me, but I can tell Chase was in his own world. By the way he froze and stared ahead. He was not even blinking.
"Why does everyone hate me?" He asks suddenly.
"No one hates-" I start.
"YES THEY DO! You all hate me!" He yells shoving away from me.
"Chasey, no one hates you," I reassure him, getting frightened by his sudden mood change.
"It's all my fault," he says to himself pulling at his hair. He pulls himself off the bed and starts pacing around the room.
"Chase, what happened was not you fault," I assure, sitting on my hands to keep them from shaking so visibly.
Instead of responding, Chase falls on the floor screaming like a child at the top of his lungs. He lays down and starts banging his fists, while rolling around on the floor. A small beeping noise is heard from a bracelet on his wrist. About 4 seconds later, a group of doctors come rushing into Chase's room. After locating his squirming body, two of them dive to the floor, pinning down Chase's arms and legs as he struggles. The doctor, who I recognize as Chase's personal doctor & he kindly led me here, sits down next to Chase's head.
"Chase you want your sleepy juice?" He asks soothingly, laying a calm hand on Chase's heaving chest. With the mention of the liquid, Chase stops struggling and looks over to the doctor.
"Mhmmm," Chase nods pleadingly.
The doctor nods and slowly inserts a pink liquid into Chase's arm through a needle.
"There you go Chase, take a nap," The doctor smiles in Chase's line of vision, while smoothing out Chase's hair. The other doctors slowly let go of their grip on Chase's limbs.
"Get the gurney," Chase's Doctor whispers to another doctor near him.
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