Welcome to Chapter 14!
LabRatsWhore: Ding ding ding, you are correct. Adam did have a panic attack of sorts.
DirtKid: Love the pun XD.
PurpleNicole531: Yes, Taylor finally got what she wanted. Or did she... And Mr. Davenport's talk, oh, it'll be awkward. But we won't see most of it.
Susz: I'm sorry if you felt at all uncomfortable, but this story is rated T and I did give a warning at the start of the last chapter. I love getting your support, but I don't want to get any more nightmares: If it freaks you out, you don't have to read it. Luckily, I don't plan to have anything graphic in this story, just mentions and brief conversations. It's up to you, I can't make you read it and I can't stop you. I just hope that if you do, that you enjoy the fluff and emotions I try to convey as I explore the human experience and my writing style as an author.
Without further ramblings,
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
"Adam? Adam, can you here me?" Chase asked, standing in front of his unresponsive brother.
Adam remained on the floor, on his knees. The moment he heard Chase's voice he broke into tears.
"It's okay Adam," Kate whispered, holding him tightly. Adam's breathing calmed down a bit, Kate being the only thing to comfort him.
"Do you think we can get him to the infirmary?" Chase asked. He took note of his brother's unsteady breathing, his intense sweating, and inability to speak.
"We can try," Kate responded. She looked to Adam. "Hey, Adam, do you think you can try to stand up?" she asked gently.
Adam nodded meekly, attempting to rise with Kate's assistance. But with his first step, he half collapsed, and would have fell if not for his brother stepping in and helping him on the other side.
It took them a solid twenty minutes, but Kate and Chase managed to get Adam up to the infirmary, where Mr. Davenport and the doctor on call were waiting.
Mr. Davenport took Adam from them and helped him onto the table. "You two can go wait in the hall if you want," Donald told them.
Kate and Chase obediently nodded and followed those directions. They each took a seat outside the door, sitting in silence for about seven minutes.
"So, what happened?" Chase asked in nothing more than a whispered.
"I, I don't know," Kate sighed, nearly in tears. "He just kind of broke down,"
"What was going on at the time?" Chase asked out of curiosity.
"Uh, nothing important," Kate shrugged, looking away from Chase.
"Hey, Kate,"
"Yeah?" Kate asked.
"You do realize your shirt is on inside out, right?" Chase asked hesitantly.
"Shut up Chase,"
1:15, In the Infirmary,
It took the doctor a good twenty minutes to exam Adam while letting him calm down.
"So, what's wrong with Adam?" Donald asked worriedly.
"It appears the boy was undergoing some sort of anxiety, or a panic attack," The doctor replied. "His vitals are fine, and he is slowly returned back to normal. He doesn't have a history of anxiety problems does he?"
Donald shook his head. "No, he's a pretty happy kid,"
"And history of mental illness in the family?" The doctor asked.
Donald huffed. "Have you met my brother?"
The doctor sighed. "If this doesn't happen again, it should be fine. Just let Adam relax and after a short while he will be his regular self again. But if it happens again, let us know immediately so we can do something to combat any future problems,"
Donald nodded. "Thanks. Can I see my son now?"
The doctor nodded and stepped out of the man's way.
Donald entered the small room, where Adam was laying on his side, holding the bleak white pillow tightly in his muscular arms.
"Hey Adam," Donald said gently.
"Hi Mr. Davenport," Adam murmured.
Donald pulled up a chair and sat down by his son. "How are you feeling?"
Adam shrugged. "Fine, I guess. I'm sorry,"
"There is nothing to be sorry about Adam. We are all just glad you are okay," Donald replied. Seeing the teenage boy so distraught reminded Donald of when Adam was just a timid, small child.
"Adam, buddy, can you talk to me?" Donald asked carefully.
"About what?" Adam asked timidly.
"About earlier," Donald asked. "I just want to know what got you so worked up?"
Adam shrugged and burrowed himself farther into the bed. "I dunno,"
"Adam," Donald repeated, a bit firmer.
"I just wanted to make Kate happy," Adam groaned from behind the pillow.
"How?" Donald asked, utterly confused. Until he put two and two together. The two of them. In the bedroom. Following what Tasha found earlier. "Oh, Adam,"
"Please, don't say anything. I know your disappointed in me," Adam cried.
"Adam," Donald sighed. "I'm not disappointed with you,"
"You-You're not?" Adam asked surprised.
"I may not be thrilled about what you have been doing in your spare time, but I'm not mad or disappointed," Donald assured him. "I just want to make sure that you are okay,"
"Well, I'm okay now," Adam said.
"But you weren't a little bit ago. Why? What caused you to react like this?" Donald prodded.
"I guess, I guess I was just scared," Adam murmured.
"Why were you scared?" Donald asked.
"I just didn't want to hurt her," Adam whispered.
Donald sighed. "Adam, Kate knows you would never hurt her,"
"Of course I don't want to, but what if I do on accident? I have super strength, and she is so small," Adam murmured.
Donald put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Adam, that's a perfectly rational thing to be afraid of, even though I doubt you'll ever hurt her. As long as you're careful, Kate will be fine,"
Adam nodded.
"But, on the other hand, you and Kate need to make sure you are being responsible," Donald added.
Adam knew where this was going. "Mr. Davenport, do we really need to have this talk right now?"
Donald nodded. "This is a conversation we need to have. Adam, I understand being a teenage boy, I really do-"
"Mr. Davenport!"
"And I understand the need-"
"Please, just stop talking," Adam begged.
But despite his protests, Mr. Davenport had to continue this conversation.
1:45pm, In the common area,
"Hey Taylor," Douglas smiled when he noticed his daughter had entered the room.
Taylor took a seat next to him. "Hey," she said, clicking her fingers on the table.
"Is everything alright?" Douglas asked, noticing her nervous behavior.
Taylor nodded. "Of course,"
"Okay," Douglas replied gently.
"Hey, um, Dad?" Taylor asked cautiously.
"Yeah?" Douglas responded.
"Would it be okay, I mean, if you are okay with it-"
"What do you need Taylor?" Douglas asked, eager to do what ever he could for her.
Taylor moved her back against the chair. "I, I just had a few questions for you,"
Douglas turned so he could better face her. "Go ahead, shoot,"
"Um, okay, so where was I born?" Taylor asked.
"Davenport, Iowa," Douglas answered.
"There's a city called Davenport? I'm surprised Mr. Davenport hasn't brought that up. Or bought it," Taylor snickered.
"Well, that is a long story for another day," Douglas sighed with a smile.
"Okay, so what day was I born on?" Taylor asked.
"March 21st," Douglas replied.
"That's coming up pretty soon," Taylor commented.
"And?"
"And, that means that my birthday is coming up soon," Taylor told him.
"Are you trying to hint at something?"
Taylor shrugged. "I'm just saying, you do have like, 16 birthdays to make up for,"
"Well, you have 16 father's days to make up for," Douglas countered.
"Touché," Taylor muttered, deciding to continue. "So, what's your middle name?"
"Orville," Douglas replied casually.
Taylor did her best not to snicker. "Really?"
Douglas shrugged. "It's better than Donnie's middle name,"
"Where were you born?"
"Jackson, Mississippi,"
"How old are you?"
"No comment,"
"Favorite color?"
Douglas turned to her. "Why would you want to know my favorite color?"
Taylor shrugged sheepishly. "I don't know, I just thought it would be nice to know,"
"Blue," Douglas replied.
Taylor took a deep breath. "Just one more, for now,"
"Sure, anything," Douglas said.
"Do, Do I look like her?" Taylor asked quietly.
Douglas raised an eyebrow. "Her? Who is her- oh. Your mother? Well, a bit. I mean, you have her complexion, and her hair. Why?"
Taylor shifted uncomfortably. "I just, never saw her, I wanted to know what I got from her, you know? I can't help but wonder what else of her's I will take after," she murmured.
Douglas put a hand on her shoulder. "Taylor, there is nothing in your genes that say you are going to turn out like her. You understand that, right?"
Taylor nodded. "Yeah, I know,"
With her super sensitive hearing, Taylor detected Leo's dainty footsteps approaching. "Hey Leo,"
"Hey Guys," Leo said, "Big D needs us in the mentor's quarters, something about an important family meeting?" he shrugged.
"We better go then," Douglas muttered, helping Taylor up.
"Why is Taylor coming?" Leo asked.
"You'll find out at the family meeting," Taylor quipped, causing Douglas to grin.
Leo brushed it off and walked with them to the quarters.
Muh ha ha ha. I ended this chapter. A little short, but there is more to come with Spring Break on the way. Along with another surprise story. XD, I'm excited. Anyways, please leave me a review and let me know what you thought. Thanks! ~AzulaTano.