Hi there POTATOES! I'm SO sorry, I haven't updated in FOREVER! My apologies for that! Thank you Tennisgirl77 for your AWESOME idea! The reason why I haven't updated for so long is because I'm pretty busy with my private life and I've been pretty busy with my other story 'So, how old are you?' if you have any ideas for that one REVIEW PLEASE!
Shoutouts!
Dirtkid123: You know my reason…
Tennisgirl77: You're going too find out why he ha those headaches! :D
BillyUngerLover: I know! I tried my best! Haha! :D
Ra'Zara The First: I know! But because of Chase's headache he couldn't think straight so he thought that he couldn't be an astronaut, but he can actually. And Chase'll die younger than that. In this chapter you'll figure it out! :D
Autumrose: It's kind of his chip. It's because he used three abilities and then his molecular kinesis. That's what caused the horrible headaches. :3
Guest2.O: Maybe… Maybe not… Donald is a good inventor though.. So maybe… He can heal Chase… And maybe not… (Making you curious?)
Ok on with Chapter 6! It's not going to be very long sorry! :-(
Previously in The Bionic Nutjob
Slowly the pain in my head started to fade. "Chase are you ok?..." Bree asked. He voice sounded so far away. Then a wave of dizziness washed over me again. "No…" I silently said as I fell backwards. Then everything went black, black, blak, pitch black…
Bree's POV
"No…" Chase said silently as he fell backwards, his head bumped against the elevator wall. Then his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his eyelids closed. I quickly kneeled beside him.
"Chase? Chase can you hear me?" I asked while tapping his cheek gently. Chase's face expression had pain written all over it, his body remained limp though.
"Oh no. This is not good. This is NOT GOOD!" I said starting to get worried. The elevator 'binged' as the doors opened. Adam shrieked awake from it, he came running towards Chase and I.
"What happened?" He asked kneeling beside me, touching Chase's cheek.
"He's burning, and why does he have such a pained expression?" He asked while running his hand through Chase's hair.
"I don't know, one moment we're just talking, the other moment Chase complains about a killing headache and he passes out or goes unconscious in the elevator." I explained to Adam, tears starting to form itself in my eyes. "What do we do?"
"Ok don't panic. First we'll carry Chase to the counter, than you go get Davenport ok?" Adam explained to me. I nodded in agreement.
Adam gently picked up Chase and carried him to the counter, "You go get Davenport." Adam instructed me. I nodded and super-sped upstairs.
Chase's POV
I slowly became aware of my surroundings. As I was trying to remember what happened, my killing headache appeared out of nowhere. I screamed in agony as my hands clutched my forehead, trying to sooth the pain.
"You ok buddy?" Adam asked. His voice wasn't really making my headache any better though. It was so painful I wasn't even able to think straight, I lifted my arm and grabbed Adam's shirt. I don't really know why I did so, it was just the first thing my instinct did.
"Chase are you ok?" Adam asked again. I flinched at hearing his voice. He probably whispered at me, but it sounded like he was screaming in my ears. I don't know if I'm sitting or laying down, dressed or naked –well probably not naked but you never know!-, I don't know where I am, what time it is, I don't even know for certain if it's really Adam speaking to me. And I'm not going to try to figure one of those things out, 'cause they'll just make my headache worse. I can seriously feel my own heartbeat in my head, and it isn't making it more pleasant. Suddenly I feel a whoosh of wind, and hear Bree saying something.
"Adam how's he doing?" I don't feel the need to make out what she said. At least her voice doesn't sound that loud.
"Not good. H-" I put my hand on Adam's mouth so he won't be able to talk. "Chase are yo-" "STOP TALKING!" I interrupt Bree. Tears were probably streaming down my face. It was getting harder and harder to keep focusing, it was getting harder and harder to think properly. It felt like my head was about to explode! I removed my hands from Adam's mouth and shirt, and clutched my head with them. Again, I screamed in agony.
I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder, I looked up and saw Mr. Davenport's silhouette through my blurry vision.
"It hurts!" I choke out. Why was it so difficult to speak?
"Shhh… Chase calm down you're only making it worse…" Mr. Davenport said a lot quieter than Bree and Adam did.
"Why does my head hurt that much?" I asked Mr. Davenport. Making out the sentences that everybody is saying is seriously killing me.
"Chase I'm not going too say much 'cause it'll only make your headaches worse. I'll give you some sleeping pills, when you wake up again you'll feel a lot better!" Mr. Davenport reassured me. "Ok…" I answered weakly as I laid back down on, I think, the counter. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh.
I feel myself being sit up, I feel someone opening my mouth. I slowly open my eyes. I see Mr. Davenport sitting in front of me, "Here take these." Mr. Davenport hands me two pills. I reach out my hand as he lays them in it, but it feels like I'm drained and my hand falls back on, I think, the counter and the two pills fall to the ground.
"You're too weak…" Mr. Davenport silently says. He grabs two other pills from the box and a glass of water. He puts two pills in my mouth, which was still open, and pours some water in my mouth too.
"Now swallow Chase…" Davenport soothingly says. I close my mouth and slowly swallow. "Good." Mr. Davenport smiles gently at me. I give him a weak smile back.
We sit in complete silence for a few minutes, and then I started to feel dreary. I was about to fall over, but luckily Davenport caught me.
"The pills are working." Mr. Davenport says as he lays my body on his lap. My vision started to blur and slowly everything started to fade. "Close your eyes." Mr. Davenport instructed soothingly. And I did as I was told. Soon after, I fell asleep.
I was standing in the lab. Adam, Bree, Leo and Mr. Davenport were standing in front of me.
"Why are you still here?" Bree asked me as she gave me a cold glare.
"Just die already!" Adam said pushing me on my shoulder.
"Why are you even trying to stay alive?" Leo asked me while chuckling, in a mean way.
"Guys? What's wrong with you? How could you say something like that?" I asked them as tears started to grow in my eyes.
"You were never really a part of the team. If you wouldn't be here, our lives would be much more fun!" Davenport said giving me a dark smile.
"We don't need you!" They all said in unison. Then they turned around and walked away.
"No guys! Stay here! Don't leave me! PLEASE! I don't want to die like this! GUYS!" I screamed. But they were already gone. I was alone… Left alone to die… and nobody's there to comfort me… and that's how I'll die… Alone…
I shrieked awake, and let out a sigh of relief. It was just a dream. I saw Mr. Davenport sitting on the couch, wait the couch? Wasn't I on the counter? Or did I just imagined that?
"Ah good! You're awake!" Mr. Davenport said. "Why do you care?" I coldly said. I know it was just a nightmare, but every nightmare has a message. And this message was pretty obvious. They're going to leave me when I need them the most. So why not help them?
"What do you mean?" Mr. Davenport asked, I looked at him as he looked back at me with a pained expression.
"Nothing. Just. Never mind. I just had a bad dream." I said not wanting too explain it to him. "Ok…" He slowly answered. I didn't really felt the need to socialize, and turned on the TV. The next ten minutes I just watched TV with a Davenport eyeballing me Big time!
Suddenly I felt a stinging pain in my chest. My hand instantly flew to the source where the pain was coming from.
"Chase are you ok?" Davenport asked me. I tried to answer but I couldn't breath correctly. It was very hard to talk, so I shook my head no.
"What's wrong?" He asked me getting more and more concerned. Finally I was able to choke out
"M-y ch-est!" Luckily it was enough for Mr. Davenport to understand that something was far from good. He quickly pulled me to my feet, and pulled me to the elevator. My legs suddenly gave up and I fell to the ground. Mr. Davenport quickly picked me up and rushed over to the elevator. Once it opened Adam, Bree and Leo walked out laughing and giggling about something. There smile fell when they saw me.
"Oh my god! What's wrong?" Bree asked worriedly.
"No time too explain. Just stay upstairs!" Mr. Davenport demanded them, then he rushed inside the elevator.
"Can you tell me more specific where it hurts?" He asked me, tears rolling down his cheeks. Was he really that worried? Is it really that bad? I tried to figure out where it hurts exactly. It was between both of my lungs, right above my spleen and my liver. After I calculated what the thing was between those organs I came to my solution.
"M-y h-ear-t" I managed to choke out. Then it became almost impossible to breath properly, and I started gasping for air.
"Okay body stay with me okay? OKAY?!" Mr. Davenport sounded almost desperate. The elevator doors 'binged' and Mr. Davenport rushed inside the lab. He gently laid me in my capsule, and quickly took out a strange looking device from his drawer. He lifted up my shirt and place the device on my skin where deeper inside my heart situates. Slowly I managed to breath properly again, still my heart hurt badly.
"I'm going to scan you." Mr. Davenport said as he walked towards the cyber-desk. The lights in my capsule turned yellow, as my capsule started scanning me.
When it was done I looked over at Mr. Davenport. He had tears streaming down his cheeks, and his whole face was pale.
"Mr. Davenport what's wrong?" I asked getting up from the ground of my capsule and walking out with trembling knees.
"Chase, please take a seat on the cyber-desk please." Mr. Davenport asked me while patting on the top of the cyber-desk. I slowly sat on it, unsure about what was going to happen.
"I heard from Bree that she told you that you were only going to live half as long as an average human." He told me.
"Yes she did. First I started freaking out, but Bree managed to calm me down." I tried to sooth Mr. Davenport.
"Well I have some bad news about it… Adam and Bree kept on saying you were going to die at 'young' age, but forty-five isn't really that young. I'm not saying forty-five isn't young. I'm just saying it's not very young anymore." He started.
"Ok… wait forty-five?! That means I can still be an astronaut!"
"Chase I wasn-"
"And I still have about thirty years to live!"
"Chase wai-"
"And I ca-"
"CHASE!" Mr. Davenport interrupted me, after I interrupted him several times.
"What?" I questioned.
"I wasn't done yet. You were about to be at least forty-five years old. But after I scanned you… the results showed me that you…You-you won't even make it 'till your thirties."
My heart skipped a beat. "W-what?"
OK I know what you're thinking! OH MY GOD NOOOO! CHASEEEEEEEY! Sorry :3 I'm making this terrible for you guys, I know…sorry…
But because of this situations next chapter will be more intense and sweet and fluffy and stuff! Why? Here's why: People in reality who don't have long to live are most likely the most SWEET and SENSITIVE people in the whole world! I've been in this situation myself… If you want to know about what I've been going through REVIEW and I'll tell you! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW PLEASE IT REALLY HELPS!
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