~I do not own Lab Rats~
The Davenport's car comes to stop in front of a plain brick building, which must be the hospital, and they all pile out. Mr. Davenport goes around to carefully bring Chase out of the car. His body hangs lifelessly in Mr. Davenport's arms, and blood continues to ooze out in different places.
Adam helps assist Bree out of the car, while Leo trails behind them all.
"Follow me," Mr. Davenport says while heading to the other side of the building.
"Why are we going to the back?" Bree asks confused.
"We can't go through the front because the area for you three is in the back. I don't want any suspicion when I walk through the hospital with Chase in my arms and you limping behind."
"So, there are a few people who know about them?" Leo asks.
"Yes, but they also work in the main area so there aren't any questions about where they go during the day." Mr. Davenport explains as walks right up to an empty part of the outside wall. "Adam, could you hold Chase?"
Without thinking, Adam releases Bree and reaches for Chase. Bree loses her balance and would've fallen if it weren't for Leo instantly being by her side.
"Does that make up for earlier?" Leo asks jokingly and Bree gives him a glare.
"Um, Mr. Davenport I hate to break it to you, but there's no door back here," Bree points out. Mr. Davenport ignores her and starts tapping on the stepping stones in front of him.
Bree and Leo share a look of 'he's losing it,' but their heads snap back to attention as an unlocking sound is heard. Part of the wall slides open, revealing an opening into a dark hallway.
"Cool, you've got a secret lair!" Adam cheers.
"Not exactly," Mr. Davenport smiles.
He starts waking forward and only stops for a second to gesture for them to follow him. Adam happily obliges, while Leo and Bree are little more hesitant before stepping inside.
A sudden 'woosh' causes Bree and Leo to quickly turn around and watch as the opening closed, leaving them in total darkness.
"Great, now how do we get out?" Leo grumbles.
"There are always other ways to leave places, plus there's another way to open the door from the inside too." Mr. Davenport comments, "Now, come on." Leo sighs before he and Bree follow slowly behind Adam.
They are lead down two different damp hallways, and they only stop for a moment for Bree to readjust herself.
Soon enough they open up in a decent sized opening, where a lady looks up from the front desk to smile at them. Her expression almost instantly changes when her eyes land on Chase. She gasps and picks up the phone next to her.
Immediately a stretcher comes rushing through the double doors to her right, and a nurse pushes it while two doctors run next to her. They ask for Adam to place Chase on the stretcher, but he is hesitant at first, and then obliges as they explain that time is running out.
The nurse and one of the doctors leave with Chase immediately, while the other doctor stays back to talk to Mr. Davenport, who explains what happened. As soon as Mr. Davenport is done explaining, the doctor goes rushing to the same place the nurse and other doctor went.
"So, do we just wait?" Bree asks as she takes a seat.
"For now," Mr. Davenport answers as he peers at Bree's right foot. "Hold on, I'll be right back." He goes over and talks to the lady at the front desk, and she nods and looks over at Bree as Mr. Davenport talks.
When Mr. Davenport finishes talking, the lady picks up the phone again, says something into it, and hangs back up. She says something to Mr. Davenport, who smiles and walks back to his kids.
"What was that about?" Leo asks.
"You'll see," Mr. Davenport smiles.
The doors open again, but this time one doctor comes out with a nurse, who is pushing a wheelchair. The nurse brings the wheelchair over by Bree, and she looks at the nurse with surprise.
"For me?" Bree asks confused and the nurse nods. Bree shrugs and carefully gets into the wheelchair. "Is that what you were talking to the receptionist about?"
"Yeah," Mr. Davenport answers right as he finishes talking to the doctor. "I just figured since we're here..."
"I didn't say that I had any objections," Bree smiles.
"Now, Bree," the doctor starts, "let's get that foot of yours looked at." The doctor gives Mr. Davenport a nod before the nurse wheels Bree out of the room with the doctor right behind them. Mr. Davenport quickly explains the situation to the doctor, before he leaves in the same direction as the nurse.
Mr. Davenport joins Leo and Adam in the waiting area, where they all sit impatiently and with worry building up in each one.
Bree relaxes in her hospital bed, and she's so thankful that she doesn't have to wear one of the gowns. She looks forward at her injured foot, which is now enclosed in a cast.
"You won't need the cast for too long," the doctor assures Bree. "You will need to have a boot for a little while after, but it wasn't too bad to begin with."
"Thanks," Bree gives a tiny smile.
"You're welcome, and I believe there are some people who want to see you." The doctor opens the door and Mr. Davenport, Leo, and Adam all come piling through. "I'll leave you four to be alone, but just make sure to watch her foot."
"We will, and thank you," Mr. Davenport thanks the doctor as he leaves the four alone and closes the door behind him. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," Bree sighs, "my foot's a little sore I guess, but nothing I can't handle. So, any news on Chase?"
"Sorry, none yet," Mr. Davenport apologizes as he sits down next to Bree. "But, on the bright side you can leave in a couple hours."
"That's good, I guess," Bree's expression saddens.
"Hey, he'll be alright," Mr. Davenport gets up and places a hand on Bree's shoulder.
"And how would you know?" Bree becomes teary-eyed.
"Because, Chase is a fighter, and he will not give up, even when it gets tough. Chase is strong, and no matter what it takes, he will make it through."
"You promise?"
Mr. Davenport gives Bree a slightly surprised and confused look before answering, "Promise."
"Good," Bree yawns. "Wow, I'm suddenly so tired."
"Just relax and take a nap, I'll make sure to tell you if anything happens." Mr. Davenport expects Bree to say something, but she's fallen fast asleep. He smiles and tucks her in, finding it weird that she's in a bed rather than a capsule and gives a tiny chuckle.
"Come on, we should leave her," Mr. Davenport gestures for Leo and Adam to come with him, but he finds them dressed in doctor uniforms. "What are you two doing?"
"Adam made me do it!" Leo yells while pointing to Adam.
"Shhh! Bree's sleeping."
"Sorry," Leo whispers.
"Alright, now take those off before someone sees you two."
"Fine," Leo huffs, but Adam stays silent.
"Adam?" Mr. Davenport looks over at Adam who looks up and reveals the glasses on his face. "Take those off. Whose even are they?"
"I don't know, I found them on that table," Adam squints and looks at Mr. Davenport closer. "You look funny Mr. Davenport, what'd you do?"
"Adam," Mr. Davenport hisses quietly and rips the glasses off Adam's face. He places them back on the table and gestures for them to leave.
"Wait, Adam's still wearing the doctor outfit," Leo argues.
Mr. Davenport sighs and rubs his hand across his face and sighs. "Adam, take that off and meet us in the waiting area." Adam starts to try and take his outfit off, but starts to get tangled in it. "Ugh, Leo, we'll meet you out there in a minute."
Leo laughs and leaves Mr. Davenport and Adam to the uniform situation.
"Excuse me," the receptionist taps on the shoulder of Mr. Davenport's sleeping form.
"Huh? What?" Mr. Davenport groggily wakes up and has to blink a few times to clearly see who's there. Once he sees who it is, he instantly straightens himself up and clears his throat. "Oh, um, yes, what is it?"
"Well, for starters your daughter is still sleeping, and she was supposed to leave about an hour ago." Mr. Davenport gives a very slight cringe at the word 'daughter.'
"Just leave her; she can leave when she's ready, and she needs her rest after this long day."
"Oh, and your son's out of surgery." Mr. Davenport doesn't even process the word 'son' as he just freezes in his seat. "Mr. Davenport, sir, are you alright?"
"I-Is he alright?" Mr. Davenport can barely stutter out the question.
"That's for the doctor to answer, not me." The lady points down the hall, "He's waiting for you in the last room on the right side of the hall."
"Thank you," the lady nods and her line of vision drifts over to the sleeping Adam and Leo.
"Just leave them." Mr. Davenport stands up and the receptionist nods and returns to her desk. Mr. Davenport sighs, wishes for Chase to be okay in his head, and heads down the hall to hear the diagnosis.
A/N: Yes, I am alive, and a year older (as of 2 Fridays ago). I guess apologizing means nothing, but I am still really sorry for not updating in so long. Writer's block hit me like a ton of bricks. I had about half of this chapter done for the longest time, and I forced myself to finish it. I was planning on posting a big chapter to finish the story, instead I split it up into two, but I'm posting them at the same time. I hope the end of the story was worth the wait...I didn't think so either. Oh well! :/
Thanks for reading! :P