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Chapter 14

Somewhere on the beach of the island:

Chase idly watched the hydroloop from his spot on the sand, waiting for the ever so slow medics to arrive and take Marcus to the hospital. He leaned against the wall of the academy and crossed his arms in the afternoon sun.

"Hey," the voice startled him enough to jump slightly and clench his fists as years of training had made it's way into his reflexes.

"Hey Adam," he replied. He relaxed and gave a sigh of relief once he recognized the owner of the voice.

"Hey," he said again. Chase rolled his eyes.

"I didn't think you'd want to talk to me after," he gestured vaguely to the building, "That,"

"Why wouldn't I?" Adam asked confused, genuinely not understanding what Chase was thinking. Chase snorted bitterly, and turned to look at his brother, a mix of horrible emotions showing on his face.

"Because, I rescued the kid who tried to kill all of us and you three apparently think I'm under some kind of influence from said boy. Which I'm not, by the way. Not to mention I'm gay and in love with someone who's mentally unstable and has just again tried to kill us and himself," Chase explained, an eerie, slightly sarcastic and bitter smile on his face once he'd finished.

"But your my baby brother. Of course I wanna talk to you," Adam answered, still sounding confused. Chase looked at him, and after realizing he was sincere, gave a small, but real, laugh. The older teen was crazy, but he loved him no matter what and that meant the world to him right now.

"And besides, You can't be brainwashed, you have a computer brain. It wouldn't work if he tried, because we've all tried and it doesn't work, trust me," Adam continued as Chase led them back into the school, a small grin on his face as he listened to his big brother blabber on about brains and washing machines and somehow getting on the topic of monkeys in showers.

By the time they got back to their room, Chase was full out laughing at some of the things Adam had come up with.

"All I'm saying is that if you want to give a gorilla and a cat a bath in the same tub, you might wanna wear a mission suit," Adam finished, walking into the room and looking at Chase, who was now rolling his eyes. But he was smiling and looked much happier than before.

Bree looked at them questioning and Adam just grinned and shrugged, moving to a chair and Chase took a seat on the one nearest Marcus.

"Where did you two go?" she asked.

"Outside," Chase replied simply. He and Adam were back on good terms,but Bree still didn't believe him and he had a feeling it was going to a take a lot longer to convince her than Adam. Just then Donald and Douglas appeared in the doorway with a small group of about three medics;Chase hadn't even noticed they were missing.

He looked nervously between Marcus and the uniformed adults. He stood and watched as the lifted the still past out boy onto a gurney that had also slipped past his radar,

'This must be affecting me more than I thought if I can't even keep up with who and what are or aren't in the same room as me,' he thought. Without thinking, he followed them closely out of the room, the rest of the family not far behind him.

"His vitals are stable, but he's bleeding and the bullet's lodged in his-" Chase tuned them out after that, not wanting to hear the specifics. The medics loaded the gurney onto the hydroloop and there was only enough room left for Chase and Douglas. They left quickly, and the rest of the group waited until it returned.

One of the medics noticed his anxiety and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry,kid. The bullet missed all major organs. He's gonna be fine,"

Except Chase already knew that. It was everything else that was making him worry. Marcus was a light sleeper, even when he hadn't slept in three days due to nightmares of the ceiling falling on him. Or when he forgot to eat for almost a week straight when Chase was on a mission and was too weak to even walk, he still woke up at the smallest noise. Why hasn't he woken up?

Apparently, he'd said that last sentence out loud.

"Blood loss is one thing Marcus can't handle. Anything else, he'll be fine with a little rest, but if he loses more than a small amount of blood, he's out like a light for who knows how long. But he always wakes up eventually. That's probably why he didn't wake up for so long after you rescued him," Douglas answered in his most compassionate and caring voice he could muster, albeit it wasn't much.

But Chase relaxed a little at the words and it made his uncle feel a tiny ping of pride. If Douglas was right, Marcus would wake up in the hospital in a short amount of time. He would have stitches in his side and probably be in a lot of pain for a while,though. They weren't 'bionic killing bullets' for nothing.