A/N: Hello, everyone! I hope everyone had an awesome weekend. ^^
Some news: (feel free to read the drabble first, then read this)
After the end of this arc, which is getting posted swiftly as a sincere apology for it taking so long, I'd like to get this story on a more consistent update schedule. Therefore, after Memories is done, I'm going to update WWCSM weekly, on Friday night or Saturday morning, depending on the week. It's also a goal of mine to finish Playlist shuffle in October, so cheer me on there, too. Next order of business, I'm going to start taking prompts! More on that in upcoming updates. :)
Thanks to my reviewer, bradburythequeen! I'm glad you enjoyed that concept! I don't explore it more in this arc, though maybe I should have. However, there's a similarly themed drabble in my backlog, so keep an eye out for that! :)
Episode: None, before Bionic Island
Rating: K+
Warning: Angst
Inspiration: musing on Chase's mind and memory.
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The next hour was always after blurred in Adam's memory. It was all mixed up, garbled bits and pieces.
Donald and Tasha rushing down to the lab together, their fear tangible.
Chase listing over, gasping for breath, clutching Adam's wrist in a death grip.
Bree suddenly beside them, her hands on Chase's shoulders, tangling in his hair. A soothing mantra, "You're okay, Chase... Breathe. Everything's alright. We're here. Breathe..."
Chase, finally breathing easily, exhausted, wrapped in blankets on a couch, Tasha beside him. He let her hold him and murmur soothing nonsense until he fell asleep.
An eerie silence fell.