HI there POTATOES! OK I have a question for you. I am about to end this story within five or four chapters. Maybe more if you really want me to. But I have other stories in mind. I'll put them on my profile. PM me which story I need to write. But the QUESTION is. How am I going to end this chapter? Do you want me to let Chase live? Do you want me to let Chase live longer? OR do you want me to let Chase die, and make a sensitive ending in this story? PLEASE review what your idea is! I'll use the idea that got the most 'votes' in the reviews!

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OK on with chapter 9!


Previously in 'The Bionic Nutjob'

"Wait. Chase only has to his thirties?" Bree and Adam said in unison.


Adam's POV

"What does Mr Davenport mean with Chase only has 'till his thirties?!" I whisper at Bree.

"I don't know. Didn't Chase had to live 'till his forties?" Bree asks.

"Yeah. That's what I thought!" I whisper at her. I stand up, and head to the staircase. But before I can walk down, Bree has pulled me back.

"Don't go now." She hisses.

"I have to!" I hiss back. She sighs and lets go of my arm.

"Thank you." I whisper. I walk to the stairs, and walk down.

"Oh hi Adam." Mr Davenport says excited with a fake smile on his face.

"Don't you 'hi Adam' me!" I hiss at him. He looks confused.

"Why didn't you tell Bree and I that Chase only has 'till his thirties?!" I ask him, furious. Bree walks down the stairs.

"Guys. I'm sorry. Chase didn't want me to tell you guys because he thought it would make you even MORE depressed. He really freaked out. So that's why I didn't tell you. Sorry" Mr. Davenport says guilty. I'm still mad at him; I open my mouth and am about to say something when we hear a groan coming from Chase. I quickly sit by his side on the couch.

"Chase? Chase can you hear me?" I ask him as I help him up.

"Ugh…" Chase groans as he rubs his eyes.

"Adam?..." He asks weakly as he looks towards me.

"Yeah Chasey. It's me. You're going to be alright." I say as I lay a cushion at the back of his head. He lets out a deep sigh.

"How're you feeling?" I ask him, as I stroke his hair.

"Awful." Chase answers as he glances at me.

"What hurts?" I ask.

"My head." He answers as he rubs his temples.

"Mr Davenport, Chase has a headache. Is that bad?" I ask Mr Davenport, who is now standing in the kitchen.

"Let me look." He says as he walks towards Chase and I. He kneels in front of Chase, and holds his index finger in front of Chase's face.

"Ok Chase, follow my finger." Mr Davenport instructs Chase.

"Ok…" Chase answers weakly as he looks at Davenport's finger. He slowly moves his finger to the left and then to the right, and he repeats that. At first Chase is able to keep up with the finger's movements but after a few minutes Chase's eyes started to roll too the back of his head, and he would blink a few times and they would roll back. Mr Davenport keeps moving his finger in front of Chase's face until Chase started to quint. Mr Davenport took a little flashlight out of his pocket and he pulled Chase's eyelid a little up. He shines the light of the little flashlight in Chase's eye, and he does the same with Chase's other eye.

"His headache is worse than I thought. The pain in his head is affecting his vision and concentration. Adam, I want you too watch him. Ok?" Mr Davenport asks me.

"Of course Mr Davenport." I say serious. I move a little closer too Chase and start massaging his temples. He closes his eyes, lets out a deep sigh and smiles faintly.

"Thanks Adam…" Chase mumbles.

"I know you're only going to live 'till your thirties Chase." I say to Chase, confronting him.

"OK." He dryly says.

"Mr Davenport, didn't you say that Chase freaked out when you said you were going to tell Bree and me about how long Chase still had to live?" I ask Mr Davenport, who stood back in the kitchen.

"Yeah he really freaked out." Mr. Davenport answers. But if he freaked out when Mr. Davenport was about too tell us, why didn't he freak out when I told him we know?

"Chase, did you hear me? I said we know you only have 'till your thirties." I say back at Chase. His body just remains relaxed as he answers.

"That's good for you Adam…" Chase answers weakly.

"Mr Davenport, is there a chance Chase can't think straight?" I ask Mr Davenport worriedly.

"No, not really… The headache wouldn't have such a bad effect on him…" Mr Davenport says slowly. "Why?"

"Because Chase isn't answering my questions as they were supposed to be answered. Watch." I tell Mr Davenport. He looks over at Chase and I.

"Chase are you hungry?" I ask Chase.

"That's good to know Adam…" Chase answers weakly.

"See?"

"Yeah I see Adam. Chase are you ok?" Mr Davenport asks as he walks back to us.

"Congratulations Mr Davenport…" Chase answers. Mr Davenport sits by Chase's side.

"Chase, follow my finger." Mr Davenport instructs Chase. He starts moving his finger left and right. But Chase doesn't follow it; he just looks at Mr Davenport.

"Chase, you need too follow my finger." He says to Chase again. But Chase doesn't follow the finger's movement when Mr Davenport starts waving his finger again. Suddenly Chase stands up and he starts wandering around the room.

"Chase, sit back down." Mr Davenport commands Chase. But Chase doesn't obey he just wanders further. He walks towards the kitchen and grabs a knife. Mr Davenport stands up quickly and pulls me to my feet too.

"What's wrong with him Mr Davenport?" I ask Mr Davenport worriedly.

"He's delirious Adam! Get him, before he hurts himself!" Mr Davenport instructs me. Chase brings the knife to his wrist and places it on his wrist. I quickly rush over to Chase, but I stumbled and fell to the ground. Chase starts cutting in his wrist.

"CHASE! STOP IT! YOU'RE HURTING YOURSELF!" Mr Davenport screams as he rushes over to Chase, and grabs the knife out of his hands. Chase just turns around and looks blankly at Mr Davenport. I stand back up again, and walk towards them. Tasha follows me, along with Bree. Suddenly Chase's eyes roll to the back of his head and he falls to the ground. Luckily Mr Davenport caught him, before Chase could hurt himself by falling to the cold hard ground.

"CHASE!"


SO that was Chapter 9! I know it's short… I didn't have enough time too write a long chapter. Sorry! :3 PLEASE VOTE WHAT YOU THINK HOW THIS STORY NEEDS TOO END! THE MOST VOTES IN THE REVIEWS WILL BECOME THE ALTERNATE END! SO VOTE IN THE REVIEWS! OK Bu-bye POTATOES!