Chase's P.O.V.
She tries to sit up, but I hold her still. "Don't sit up. You got hurt and you have a head injury. We don't want to make it any worse by moving too suddenly or anything." I say, releasing her.
"What happened to me?" she asks, a confused look on her face.
I bite my lip. In one way, I had hoped she would remember so I wouldn't have to explain the whole ordeal. But on the other hand, I'm almost glad she doesn't remember it. I mean, maybe we can somehow figure out a way to make it so that she doesn't ever remember what happened to her in there today. But the question remains: What do I tell her?
"Well, Bree, how much do you remember?" I ask, trying to figure out exactly how much she knows.
"All I remember is rushing in to save you and finding that you were dead. But then you came out and you were alive. I don't remember anything after that." she explains.
"Okay, well, um, you remember Troy don't you?" I ask, clenching my teeth as I say his name.
She nods and I continue. "He grabbed you. Said he was going to kill you. But you told Adam, Leo , and I to kill the both of you, saving millions. I hate it, Bree, but we almost did. But then you got an idea. You thought that maybe there was a reason Troy didn't like water and you pushed him under the running faucet of water in Giselle's lab. Ada didn't know we weren't still going to hit you and he blasted you with his energy wave. It knocked you out and gave you a bit of a concussion, but nothing serious. You will be just fine within a few weeks." I say, lying to her face.
I just couldn't tell her the truth about what happened to her. I couldn't see the pain on her face. Not again. I can't hear her tell me she wants to die. I can't hear her say those words. I can't handle all of her pain. "So, that's all? Nothing else happened?" she asks, probably noticed the pained look on my face.
I quickly recover and plaster a smile on my face. "Yes, I was just thinking. You are going to be just fine. You have a fractured rib and a mild concussion, but that is all. The bruises will heal quickly since I put a special cream on them and your rib will be all better within a few weeks. That concussion will only last a month or so and then you will be as good as new." I say, knowing nothing could be farther from the truth.
She smiles and nods. "Okay. I think I'm going to go back to sleep now," she mumbles, placing her head on her pillow once again.
"No, don't go to sleep! You have a concussion and if you go to sleep right now it could hurt you even worse!" I exclaim, speaking loudly to keep her awake.
I see her cringe at my loudness. "Sorry. I forgot your ears are sensitive right now." I say, looking to the door where I see three familiar faces peering in. "Besides, there are some people who want to see you."
She looks around the room and I laugh a bit at her confusion. I stand up and step outside the door. Leo, Adam, and Douglas are all standing there, their faces clouded with worry.
"What is going on?"
"Is she going to be okay?"
"When can we see her?"
Their words are all spoken at the same time and it is hard to distinguish who they belong to. I laugh and they look at me like I'm a crazy person. "Guys, don't worry. She has a mild concussion and a fractured rib, along with some bruises, but she is going to be just fine. You can go see her in just a moment. But first, I need to tell you something. Bree doesn't remember what happened. She remembers going in to save me and finding out that I was alive, but she can't remember anything after that."
I look at their faces. They show surprise and, maybe even relief. I take a deep breath and continue. "I told her that Troy grabbed her and was threatening to kill us all but she told us to take him out, even if that meant taking her out with him. I said that we were about to do it when she shoved Troy under a running faucet of water, killing him. I said that you, Adam, didn't know we weren't still blasting her and you did. I said you blasted her and it knocked her out, leaving her with her few minor injuries. I didn't tell her about what happened. I thought it would be better for her if she didn't know. I think that since she doesn't remember anyway, it won't hurt to leave it that way."
"I don't know, Chase. What if her memories come back? What if she finds out that you lied to her about what happened? It could have lasting effects on her healing process." says Douglas, looking wary.
"I checked; there is only a twenty percent chance she will regain those memories. People who go through traumatic events often forget them for their whole lives. I don't think she will remember, and if she does, we can deal with it from there. I really think this is the best way to go. Please, guys, let me try this." I say, explaining as best I can.
Douglas looks from Leo to Adam to me and back again. He looks as if he is trying to decide what to do. "Well, Chase, since you already told her this, we really have no choice but to go along with it until and if her memories resurface. If they do, though, it will be all on you because it was your idea and you are the one who started the whole thing, okay? You will take full responsibility for your lie." he says, looking wary.
I nod. "I am prepared to handle all consequences of my actions." I reply lightly.
And, I am. Right?