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Ok on with chapter 7!
Previously in 'The Bionic Nutjob'
"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?"
Chase's POV
"what do you mean I won't make it 'till my thirties?" I asked, my eyes widening from realization.
"Look the thing that causes this is…is…your heart isn't strong enough." He said, trying too keep himself together.
"What do you mean?"
"Look. The pain your heart gave you is because it's malfunctioning. Which means sometimes you can get a heart attack, or your heart will stop beating for a second, or it'll beat a lot faster or, like what happened just now, your heart starts beating unequal." Mr. Davenport explained. I took a few deep breaths to prevent myself from freaking out.
"Ok. And how come I will only live for about fifteen years?" I asked as calm a I could.
"It's because your heart is malfunctioning now, within fifteen years it won't be able to function at all. Which means it stops beating." Mr. Davenport explained.
"And there's nothing you can do about it?" Tears streamed down my cheek.
"I will do my best. And I hope I'll find something to cure you. But for now, you need too take it easy." He explained too me.
I let out a breath of relief. "I'm going to tell your brother and sister." Davenport said as he walked over to the elevator.
"No! Dad. Please! They're already upset about me living half as long. Telling them it'll be even shorter will destroy them." I said as I pulled his arm.
"Ok. Ok Chase. I won't tell them, but you need too take it easy, alright?" I nodded. "Good, Now go upstairs and relax a bit." He ordered me. I nodded and headed to the elevator.
As I walked, a wave of dizziness washed over me. I stumbled and grabbed the counter for support.
"You ok Chase?" I heard Davenport say. It sounded muffled.
"Yeah. I'm just a little dizzy, that's all." I reassured Davenport.
"It's because of your fever, here I'll help you." Mr. Davenport's muffled voice said to me, I then felt a hand grabbing my arm and supporting my body to keep standing.
"Thanks." I weakly responded.
We then walked into the elevator. As the doors closed my legs, once again, gave up and I sagged. But luckily Davenport caught me. My vision started to get blurry as dark spots started to dance around my vision.
"What's happening to me?" I mumbled weakly, but clearly enough for Mr. Davenport to understand.
"It's okay, it's just of your high fever and your little problem with your heart a few seconds ago, that you don't have enough blood in your brains right now. Which can cause you to go unconscious between now and two hours. So don't worry if you feel like this these past few hours." Mr. Davenport explained to me. I nodded and closed my eyes.
The elevator doors opened, and Mr. Davenport picked me up bridal style. I don't really remember what happened next, because of my blurry vision and my muffled thoughts. The last thing I remember was being placed on something soft, and then the darkness took over.
Adam's POV
Leo and I were playing a video game, as we heard the elevator doors open. We quickly paused the game, and watched as Mr. Davenport carried Chase bridal style. Once they came closer, I saw Mr. davenport looked like he had been crying and Chase seemed half conscious and unaware of his surroundings.
"What happened?" Leo asked, as I walked over to Mr. Davenport and took Chase out of his arms. When I looked at my little brother I saw his face was as pale as a sheet, and his eyes were wondering around the room as they sometimes rolled to the back of his head and then back to the front. I gently laid Chase on the couch, as I saw him going completely unconscious.
"Chase's heart was malfunctioning." Mr. Davenport simply said. "Just give him some juice and a cookie when he comes to." He said. Then walked through the front door, and left.
"Okay…" Leo said walking towards Chase and I. "Wow he looks as pale as a sheet!" Leo said shocked.
"I know." I answered. "Let's just play our game further." I said to Leo. He nodded and we played our game further.
After playing for ten minutes we heard a groan coming from Chase. We both quickly turned to our brother. We saw Chase move his hand to his head. I quickly sat by his side.
"Chase? How do you feel?" I asked him. Slowly he was getting color again.
Chase's POV
I slowly opened my eyes. "Chase? How do you feel?" I heard, I think, Adam say. I then noticed my hand was on my head. I pulled it of again and placed it on my chest. The stinging pain was coming back.
"Get. Dad." I choked out. NO no no! This is NOT happening again. I started doing CPR to myself, 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…
"Ok I'll get him. Leo watch Chase!"
11…12…13…14…15…
"Chase are you ok? What's going on?" Leo asked me.
20…21…22…23…24…25…26…
"Chase? Can you hear me?" Leo asked again. 29…30
I tried to breath but I couldn't. Come on! Once again I tried to inhale but no oxygen entered my lungs. One more try! I inhaled as hard as I could and a gulp of air entered my lungs. Yes! Then again I started pushing my chest down and let it go up by itself, ignoring the stinging pain my heart gave me.
1…2…3…4…5…6...7…
I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
11…12…13…14…15…
"Chase? Is your heart malfunctioning again?" I hear Mr. Davenport ask as he rushes down the stairs.
20…21…22…23…24…25…26…
I couldn't speak. Not yet. It would cost me oxygen.
29…30
I inhaled again. This time it worked at the second try.
"Ok Chase! Hold on. I'm going to get your mini-defibrillator." I heard Mr. Davenport say as he rushed to the elevators. I started counting out loud.
"1…2…3…4…5…6…7…" Too let Leo and Adam know what I was doing precisely. The thing was when you talk you lose air, and I was talking so I was losing air. Still I kept on counting out loud.
"11…12….13…..14…..15….…16…." It was getting harder to keep talking. It was getting harder to keep pushing on my chest with my, slowly weakening, hand. It was harder too stay awake.
"Stay with us Chase." I heard Adam say. He pulled my hand from my chest, and started doing CPR on me. I closed my eyes, to make sure I didn't spill too much energy. I felt my body slightly jumping up as Adam was pushing my chest down. I heard the elevator doors open and heard footsteps coming our way.
"How is he?" I hear Mr. Davenport ask.
"I don't know. I don't even know if he's still conscious." Adam answered.
I felt Mr. Davenport tapping my cheek slightly. With lots of energy I finally managed to open my eyes.
"Chase. Can you hear me…" Mr. Davenport said in a muffled voice. I tried too answer but my thoughts were muffled because my brain didn't get enough blood. I saw Mr. Davenport moving to my chest. He lifted up my shirt, and placed the mini-defibrillator on my chest. I felt slight shocks going through my body, and slowly the pain in my heart started to fade.
After a while the pain in my chest stopped and Mr. Davenport took of the mini-defibrillator. I sighed in relief.
"Maybe you should keep this." Mr. Davenport said. I was still hard to comprehend what he was saying, because my brain didn't have enough blood to make out sentences.
After a minute or ten my brain finally had enough blood to make out sentences.
"Chase? Can you hear me?" I heard davenport say, and I understood it.
"Yeah…" I answered weakly.
"Good. Do you feel any better now?" Davenport asked me. I nodded in response. "Ok we've got to find something that'll prevent this from happening that much." Davenport said as he checked my pulse.
"Your heart's beating normal again." He said soothingly. "I'll go get you some juice and a cookie." He then left to the kitchen. Slowly I managed to sit up, of course with Adam's help. Once I sat up I felt drowsily and fell towards Adam. He caught me by surprise.
"Woah. Buddy. You ok?" He asked me. I tried to answer but I couldn't, I was too dizzy.
"Adam it's just because he doesn't have enough sugar in his body." Mr. Davenport explained to Adam. "But he still needs to sit up though."
Adam nodded and helped me sit up. Everything started spinning, and I couldn't make anything out anymore. Sometimes I heard echoes of voices, but for the rest I couldn't see or feel anything properly. It was like I was away from reality. And it was very creepy.
Adam's POV
"But he still needs to sit up though." Mr. Davenport tells me. I nodded and set Chase into a sitting position again. His eyes started wondering around the room, and his hands were fidgeting around like they were searching for something.
"Chase are you ok?" I asked him. But he didn't answer; he just kept on acting like a zombie. His face was even paler than before.
"Ok. I got the cookie and the juice." Mr. Davenport said, as he rushed over to us trying not to spill the juice. I quickly sat at the right from Chase. Chase didn't really seem to comprehend what was going on, and it looked like Mr. Davenport noticed that too. Because he helped Chase drinking his juice and eating his cookie. He opened Chase's mouth and poured in a little bit of juice. Then he closed Chase's mouth and ordered him too swallow.
After waiting for a few seconds, we heard a gulp coming from Chase. Mr. Davenport than broke off a piece of the cookie, and placed it in Chase's mouth. Then he closed Chase's mouth, and opened it again, and closed, and opened, close, open, close, open, ... Too help Chase chewing. When it was chewed enough, Davenport ordered Chase to swallow again.
After five minutes Chase swallowed. His eyes still open and his skin still pale. It really looked creepy. It was as if Chase was a doll. Mr. davenport than pushed Chase's eyelids down, as his eyes remained still. And laid Chase back down.
"Looks like he's not ready too stay awake yet." Mr. Davenport said as he walked to the elevator.
"Where are you going?" I asked Mr. Davenport. He turned back around.
"Trying to find a cure to help Chase." He said, then turned back around and stepped into the elevator.
I turned my attention back to my little brother. I lifted up one of his eyelids, and I saw his eye still looking into space.
"Please be ok Chase. I love you." I picked up my little brother's limp body, and hugged him tight. "Please be ok. I can't live without you." I said, tears forming in my eyes.
"Please. Please. Please. Please!" I didn't broke the hug, until I heard Chase had trouble breathing. I laid him back down, and his breathing evened.
"Please…"
It's evening and Chase still hasn't woken up yet. I decided to go tell it to Davenport. I kissed my pale looking little brother on his cheek. And headed to the elevator.
Chase's POV
I'm still dizzy and I'm still away from reality. And it sucks! Sometimes I hear things and it makes me think I'm going back to reality. But it just muffles away. I felt something warm touching my skin. I brought my hand to it, and it felt like someone kissed me on my cheek. But who? I tried to come back to reality. I pushed it, I willed it and I persuaded myself that I could do it. But nothing worked. One last try. I thought. If it doesn't work now, I give up. I pushed, I willed, I tried and persuaded myself I could do it. Slowly I could hear things normally again, I could feel things again, I could taste chocolate and juice? How did I get that flavor in my mouth? I opened my eyes. I wasn't that dizzy as before. I sat up, Leo, Dad and Adam were gone. Bree was nowhere to be seen. The only person in this room was Tasha, she was making dinner. A wave of dizziness washed over me, so I groaned and held my head.
"Honey? You ok? You've slept for a long time now." She asked me concerned, as she walked over to me.
"How long have I been out?" I asked her.
"For about five hours. Adam's been by your side and has been waiting for you to come by, but you didn't. Five minutes ago he left to the lab where Donald's been for five hours now." She explains to me. I nod in response. My throat feels sore and I cough a bit.
"You thirsty? I got soup if you want." She says as she runs her hand through my hair.
"That sounds delicious Tasha!" I say grateful.
"Good! Take a seat at one of the stools." She says as she walks back to the kitchen.
I stand up, but I'm still dizzy. I stumble and fall on the carpet.
"You ok honey?" Tasha asks me as she rushes over to me and helps me up.
"Yeah I'm fine I'm just a little dizzy that's all." I assure her.
"Ok. I'll help you to your seat ok?" She asks me. I nod. She grabs my arm and leads me to one of the stools. She grabs a cup and a spoon and pours some soup in the cup. She gives it to me; I smile as a sign of gratefulness. She smiles back, a sign of charity.
I ate the whole cup with soup. It was so delicious. When I was done Tasha helped me back to the couch, and putted a blanket over me. She kissed me on my forehead, and told me goodnight. After five minutes I fell soundly asleep.
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