So lovelies here's Chapter 10. I don't really how it's going to go, but we'll see. Now, onto the chapter so I can stop rambling.

Chapter 9: Skeletal/Truths Pt. II

"If I didn't have faith, I'd be dead." -Tim McGraw

Chase's .P.O.V.

Skeletal. That could be word to describe how Bree's started to look like. I hate it. I hate what this cancer has done to her and what it has done to our family. It was maddening really, and saddening as well. If I had know Bree was sick, I would have made sure she never went on the mission, and would have been more of a brother to her in supporting and helping her to get better. I'm supposed to be the smart one, and in turn, as Adam has said before, the weakest. But Bree, she was in the middle, and now she was getting weaker and I hated seeing her this way.

She was my sister, and though she was a year older than me, I was supposed to protect her, like she had done with me when we were little, and how I did with her when we were younger and Adam had accidentally ended up hurting her, breaking her arm.

I sighed as I looked at Bree's now sleeping form on her hospital bed. She still has wires sticking into her practically everywhere, enough that you had be careful not to disturb them when you were near her. All I felt was pure hell as I watched her sickly form sleep, thankfully peacefully. What was a younger brother to do when he had to watch his sick sister fall apart, when she was supposed to be the strong one while he was the baby of the family? That was one question, that even with Super Smarts, I didn't know the answer to.

In the very short time I've known Bree was sick, I've started to come to terms with the possibility of.. well, death, which I had only thought about a few times before thanks to certain missions. It kinda hurt me to think that Bree could be declared dead anytime now, any day or any week if it was in that timespan, or maybe longer, like a month or so. Davenport had never told us when he had learned of Bree being sick, and I started to hate him for it. Not hate hate, but the resentful kind of hate, and I'm sure he felt the same, from the emotions I've seen played across his face countless times.

I felt the bile rise in my throat as I thought of what it would be like without Bree. No voice of reason to my almost insanity at times, and nobody to be the referee in the squabbles I got into with Adam often many times in a day or any one week. Sibling rivalry as the technical term for it. Even though it's not exactly possible, I want to go back in time so Adam and I, and even Leo, could know about Bree being sick to help her get better before it gets worse. Worse. In this case, the word haunted me like it was a ghost of time, ready to scare me into oblivion. And it hurt my already broken heart.

Bree. Beautiful, kind Bree. Albeit, she could be annoying at times, but that's just because she was my older sister. and I love her all the same. Adam, I'm not even sure where to begin with him. The relationship him and I have is.. very different from the relationship I have with Bree. I'm not sure if it's just because we're both boys, or what. But, he's my brother all the same. And Bree is our sister. As her brothers, we're supposed to protect her from harmful things, like other boys, injuries and sickness as well. Though the last one is sort of difficult to do. Things happen sometimes and we have to learn to live with them, no matter how difficult it is. Or so I've heard. Like bullying, and the ever relevant death. Two things I've had to come to terms with.

As Bree stirred in her sleep, I watched her, looking for any sign of life or any sign of it being the end. She breathed softly, just loud enough that I could hear it using my Super Hearing. And her breathing was rough, almost as if she was hit by a truck, which thank God she wasn't, if there even is a god. I sighed again as I listened for her soft heart beat, almost as if her life force was going to give out soon and she would leave us forever. I started to cry again as I thought about that. I needed my Breezy here, even if it was going to only be for a little while longer before she left us.

Getting up from the chair I was sitting in, I sat next to Bree on the hospital bed again, holding her hand. I took what little comfort it brought and tried to shut my brain down to not think about anything for a while. Which is hard as hell for someone like me, a bionic Super Human with Super Smarts and borderline add. I sighed again as I gently held her as she slept, my tears falling onto her face and her torso. I'm surprised she didn't wake up now, but she needed her rest I guess. Well I know, actually but still. She sighed in her sleep, I heard it. I also heard her say 'I love you Ethan.' and also, lines of 'God, please help me, don't leave me to die.' The last bit scared me more than I've even been scared before. Bree, I couldn't imagine her thoughts of this, of everything. her being sick, and just.. all the junk that came with that.

Everything was hard to take in, it almost made my bionic, smartass brain overload. There was something I felt that I couldn't quite put into words. Whether it was about Bree or Adam, I didn't know.

Success! The 10th chapter in fucking finished At 12:53 am since I can't really sleep, and writing is how I calm down. So this chappy is Chase's thought, narrated by him. And now, I absolutely wonder whatever the hell I'm going to write next for this.

Anyways, I love all of you lovely Readers/Reviewers/Fallen Angels, and have a good day, well night depending on where you live.

Xoxo, Breana.