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Chase's P.O.V. Donald's P.O.V. Bree's P.O.V.
"So, how do you feel?" Dad asks me, as we drive to the therapist office.
"A little nervous," I reply. "Oh, don't worry! There's nothing to be nervous about!" He smiles.
I smile at him, as we pull into the parking lot.
"Hello! My name's Doctor Diaz," a man with a thick Spanish accent offers his hand for me to shake.
I smile and shake his hand, as Dad introduces us. "My name's Donald Davenport, and this is my son Chase!"
He points to me. "Well, it's very nice to meet you both," the doctor smiles. He looks very familiar but I can't think of where I've seen him.
Adjusting myself in the seat of my wheelchair, I reply, "You too."
"So, tell me, Chase. What exactly happened to cause your paralyzation?"
I sigh, "Well...almost a week ago I was in a car crash. I can't remember much, but the doctors told me that I hit my back on a tree, and it damaged some nerves."
"Yes, Doctor Shellington told me there was some damage. Okay! I want you to hop up on the table, with the help of your father, and I will be right back."
The doctor leaves the room as Dad helps me push myself up onto the table. "Dad..." I say quietly.
"Yeah?"
"What if...what if he can't fix me?"
"Chase, the doctor can't fix you. That's up to God. You just have to believe that everything's gonna work out for the best!" He pats my back, turning to the door as Doctor Diaz comes back in.
"Alright, now, I'm going to use these needles to poke around your legs, and I need you to tell me when you feel anything, okay?"
I nod, as he begins poking my legs. He glances up at me occasionally, as if waiting for some sort of response.
"Anything?" Doctor Diaz asks me. I shake my head, "Nothing."
He tries several different things with multiple tools, but none of them cause any reaction from me.
Doctor Diaz nods, putting the gadgets away, "Well, that's alright. Given the situation, this is all perfectly normal!"
Looking down at his paperwork, he writes a few things down.
"Chase, if you would do me a favor. Take this appointment card to the front desk, and they will set up your next appointment with me. I need to talk with your father for a bit!"
I nod, and climb back into my wheelchair. Opening the door, I push myself down to the front desk.
Donald's P.O.V.
I watch as Chase wheels himself out of the room.
The doctor sighs and sits next to me. " ...I want to be straight with you," he says with his accent.
"Chase's condition is very serious. Cases like his are very rare. Through the testing a that I just did he should have made some reaction. I didn't want to say anything to Chase just yet."
"So, what are you going to do?" I ask. "Well, there are some spinal therapy technics that could help him. But I don't want to get his hopes up for nothing!"
"I understand."
The doctor extends out his hand, "I'll keep you and your family in my prayers!"
I shake his hand and smile, "Thank you."
I sigh, walking out to the front desk. Seeing Chase sitting there in his wheelchair breaks my heart.
"Dad? Is everything okay?" He asks, wheeling towards me.
"Huh? Oh yeah! Everything's fine! Doctor Diaz just wanted me to fill out some paperwork."
"C'mon, what did he say?" Chase persists, as we head to the car.
"Well, he's going to try some spinal therapy technics on you. What was the date on the appointment card?"
Pulling himself in the car, he replies, "Tuesday of next week. Now tell me everything he said!" Chase demands.
I sigh, climbing into the car after loading his wheelchair. "You're too smart."
He smiles proudly as I continue, "Okay. The doctor said that your condition is very rare. Your body should have had some reaction to the tests that he made."
"So, he doesn't think he'll be able to help me?" Chase asks, his expression falling.
"No, it will just be a little harder," I reply. He nods, with a furrowed brow.
"You ready to get home?" I ask, changing the subject. "Yeah!" He smiles slightly, staring out the window the entire way.
Bree's P.O.V.
"Leo, can you set the table?" I ask, raising my voice. He and Adam are playing a video game. It's turned up so loud o can barely hear myself think!
I huff, walking to the living room. I grab the remote and turn the TV off, much to my brothers dismay.
"Bree! We were almost to level three!" Adam complains.
"You can get there later! Leo, go set the table, now!"
He scoffs and sits down, "You are not my mom."
I give him a look, and he jumps up and runs to the kitchen.
"Bree, what's your deal?" Adam asks me. I sigh.
"Nothing! But you two have been playing video games ever since Dad and Chase left, and I've been cooking with no help! It is not easy cooling for five people by yourself! And I have no idea how to work that stove!"
He sighs and stands up, "Okay, what do you need me to do?"
I smile and pull him into the kitchen, just as Dad and Chase walk in.
"Hey gs!" Dad greets, Chase just sends us a quick smile.
"Hey!" I reply, "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
Chase wheels himself out of the room, with a sad expression.
"What's wrong with Chase?" Adam asks, as Leo and I listen.
Dad sighs, "Doctor Diaz said that his condition is very rare. He did multiple test on Chase, but he never had any reaction to any of it. The doctor said he doesn't want to get Chase's hopes up. Now, I didn't tell him that last part, so nobody say a word!"
We all nod.
Chase's P.O.V.
Dad must've forgotten about my super hearing.
So, the doctor doesn't think that I'll be able to walk again! How could Dad not tell me that? What if it's true? What if I really never walk again?!
Missions, school, everything will be messed up!
I feel a few tears slip down my cheek, quickly wiping them away. I am not going to cry!
Trying to shake off my emotions, I open a book to read. Maybe I just need some distractions until this is over.
If it ever is over.
