This one's a little dragged out, but it's my fanfiction, and I really wanted to do this. This chapter shouldn't be too important if you want to skip over, just read first paragraph and last then move on.

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"You guys should never go on a mission without my consent." Davenport lectured them as he cared for Eric's injuries. The group was in the living room, each of them suffering their own pain while sitting on the couch. Davenport had helped their pain by slightly numbing their bodies bionically like a pain reliever, but some of the gashes they suffered were harsh. Eric wasn't even conscious anymore, but that was mostly due to the fact that Davenport had gave him a sedative because of the intensity of his pain.

Eric, in general, was not doing so well. Davenport determined that he was fine, but needed to be attended to and watched over. The other two were totally fine, with minor checking daily.

David had changed into solely shorts and Fiona had shorts and a sports bra, both per Davenport's requests to assess their injuries. Eric was in far too much pain to even move.

David's right leg had small cuts to it, as well as his hands, also a few that creep up his arms. His torso, closer to his right leg, was also scratched up. Fiona had slightly more severe injuries, with harder cuts on her hands, outsides of both her legs, on her back, and her sides of her body, as she was positioned perfectly forward to the explosion, while David was slightly tilted to the left of it.

Eric was face on, all of his damage on the front side of his body. His face had a few cuts, with mostly his chest being gashed, along with his upper arms.

Davenport was almost done caring for Eric, who had most of his cuts cleaned and covered. His suit was pulled down only to reveal his chest and arms, where all of the cuts had been placed. His chest was bound with bandages and his arms were almost completely covered. "Alright, Fiona, you're next, because you have more severe injuries than David." He said, securing the last round of bandages on Eric.

David groaned. "But i'm more special!" He protested. Fiona nodded. "Yup, you sure are special." She smiled to herself, amused at her own joke. David didn't get it, but Davenport let out a laugh. "I programmed you to be very special." He joked, continuing Fiona's joke. She gave him a stifled laugh back. "I wish I could be as special as you, David" She added. Davenport choked on his laughter. David still didn't understand the joke.

Davenport took a few breaths, scotting himself over to Fiona. He coughed a little. "Mhm, anyway." He straightened himself out. "Alright, stand up." He ordered her.

When she stood, the first thing you noticed was the scratches on her arms, which were bright red. "Alright, well, you're scratched on the arms, which is kind of obvious, but still needs to be covered." He said, rotating her gently, kneeling down to see her hips and legs. He gently held her steady (due to her being a little wobbly from the painkiller), getting a better look at the severity of her cuts. "Well, these aren't too bad, either, but your back is going to be the worst. I'm almost afraid to look at them." He spoke, with a hint of concern in his voice.

Fiona revealed her back to him and he immediately scrunched his face up in disgust at the sight of the gashes. "Yeesh, these definitely don't look like any old scratches. This is the worst area you got hit in." He lightly ran a finger on her cuts, her muscles clenching due to the sensitivity of her cuts. "Ah, Davenport, stop. That hurts." She snipped. He blew out more air than normal. "No kidding, just look at these things." He retorted, getting his bottle of medicine.

He poured some of it on a wipe, and started to wipe down her back, Fiona hissing at the pain. "Ah, hah, yep, that doesn't exactly feel pleasant." She breathed heavily, enduring the stinging pain. David laughed at her. "Hey, put more of that stuff on her." He smiled, enjoying his sister's pain. Davenport shook his head. "Don't be stupid David, this stuff will hurt just as bad on you as well." He remarked.

He had soon done all of Fiona's torso, and had it bandaged within a few minutes. Her legs hadn't took much longer, as well as her arms, and Fiona was in slight pain from all of the ointment. David already was up by the time Fiona sat down. "You're easy. Your cuts don't even need full assessing, they just need to be cleaned and covered." He said, pouring the medicine on a clean rag. "Hey, is this supposed to hurt?" He asked him, right before he pressed the rag on David's wounds. "Eh, not too bad." He said, pressing in on him.

David took a raspy breath. "Ah, yeah, that kind of hurts. Just a little bit. As in, a lot." He seethed, jumping a little whenever more was placed on different wounds. "Your sister took this better than you." Davenport groaned, moving on to the bandages. "Hey, in my opinion, I took it way better than her, in my own way." David retorted. "Yeah, your own special way." Fiona joked.

The three had been taken care of and were all safe, at home. Davenport's job was done, and he was able to breathe a sigh of relief that his kids were okay.

David left when his bandages were done. He wasn't sticking around to hear Eric groan in his medically-induced sleep.

Secretly he couldn't stand watching his siblings suffering like that.

Fiona was slowly falling asleep on the couch, the bionic sedative relaxing her and the painkiller of the medicine starting to hit her. Davenport was secretly increasing the power of the sedative behind the kitchen wall, letting her relax from her painful mission and her sleepless night. As well as the fact that she didn't want to leave Eric until he woke up, or he was feeling better.

Davenport left and then came back with a large blanket for Fiona, throwing it over her body. She thanked him quietly before the sedative took over, her eyes delicately shutting.

"This could have been avoided." Davenport said to himself, before leaving his kids to sleep.