Okay, sorry it's taken me so long to update. I just lost all my writings that I had saved so I'm a little depressed in the writing area. But, nonetheless, the story must go on! (I know, that was cheesy.) This chapter is also short. Sorry! :(

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Chase's P.O.V.

After I put Bree in her bed, I left her in Skylar's care while Kaz, Oliver, and I talked downstairs. "So what did the doctor say?" Kaz asks me, as we sit on the couch. I sigh heavily before explaining Bree's condition.

When I finish, Oliver shakes his head. "How could someone do something like that?" "Someone as twisted as Reese." Kaz leans back against the couch. I run a hand through my hair.

"I've got to find a way to help her." Skylar comes down the stairs.

"Chase, Bree wants to know if she can come downstairs. When I told her no, she demanded to see you. Because apparently I don't know anything."

"I'm sure that's not what she meant." I assure her, standing up. She shakes her head.

"No. she literatly told me I didn't know anything." I shrug my shoulders, walking upstairs. The rest of the team follows me up, watching from the doorway as I sit on my sisters bed in front of her.

"Are you begin difficult?" I tease. She sighs.

"I wanna go downstairs!" I shake my head.

"Nope. You have to stay in bed and rest for the rest of the night. Doctors orders." She huffs, crossing her arms before furrowing her brows.

"Hey, what did the doctor say, anyway? I think I fell asleep before he finished." I take a deep breath.

"Umm...you know, it-it's pretty complicated. I'll let you know after you rest some." She nods.

"Chase, can I please go downstairs!" She smirks, before pulling her famous puppy dog face. "Pwetty Pwease!"

I turn my head. "No! That's not gonna work this time." She tugs on my sleeve, trying to turn me back around.

"It's, no! It's not gonna work."

"Chase!" She whines, and I finally make I contact with her. Big mistake.

I sigh heavily. "Fine." She squeals, giving me a quick hug.

"Ow!" She jerks away quickly.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. She places a hand over her stomach.

"My stomach. When I bent over there was a super sharp pain."

"Oh, there's a pretty big bruise there from where Reese blasted you." I inform her.

"The doctor wants me to keep an eye on it, just to make sure it stays normal." I can tell she's not really listening to me.

"Hey, Bree, you wanna watch a movie?" Skylar asks her. She nods and carefully climbs off the bed.

We all walk downstairs, but as I part a separate way, Kaz and Oliver stop me. "Where ya going?" Kaz questions. "I'm going down to mission command to see if I can come up with something." They nod and join the girls on the couch as I go down the hyper lift. -❤️❤️❤️-

Third P.O.V.

Chase sighs, resting his head in his hands as he leans against the cyber desk. "What is wrong with me."

After being down here for nearly five hours, Chase was giving up hope on finding a cure for his sister. He looks up, resting his chin on his folded hands.

"God, please help me!" He whispers. "Bree can't live like this. I caused this. I can't watch her go through this. Please help me find something for her."

Chase had barely gotten the words out of his mouth as Skylar came down the hyper lift. "Hey." She walks over to him.

"Hey." He solemnly replies.

"Oliver told me what the doctor said." Chase sighs.

"Yeah."

"Any luck?" She asks and he shakes his head.

"Nothing." Sighing heavily, tears brim in the corners of his eyes.

"This is all my fault. I was so stupid, and now Bree's paying for it! How could I do this to her!"

"Chase, this was not your fault!" Skylar scolds at him. "What happened has happened for a reason. Something good will come out of this."

"I can't help but feel responsible. Like...there's something I could've done." She nods her head.

"I get it." Chase listens as she speaks. "When Caldera was destroyed I blamed my self. I felt like there was something I could've done to prevent the opposition from talking over. But there wasn't. There was no way I could've known what was coming. Just like you couldnt have known about Reese. You can't go on blamin yourself like this."

He nods as she pulls him into a hug. "You're right. Thanks Skylar." They two smile at each other.

Chase opens his mouth to speak, but he is cut off. "Hey, did you hear that?" He questions. Skylar shakes her head, assuming he heard something with his bionic hearing. Walking over to the console, Chase pulls up security feed from the living room. "Oh no."