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Ok on with Chapter 8!
Donald's POV
I have been trying to find a cure for five hours now! And I still haven't found one yet! I heard the elevators 'bing' as Adam walked out.
"How's Chase doing?" I asked Adam as I poured some of my chemicals in one of my test tubes.
"Not good. He hasn't woken up yet, and it's making me frustrated." Adam said as he took a seat at one of the stools. "What are you doing?"
"Oh. I'm trying too find a cure for Chase." I explained mixing more chemicals.
"Why would you do it now? Chase still has about thirty years to live." Adam questioned me.
"Well I thought… why not do it as soon as possible? Hehe." I said nervously.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" Adam interrogated me.
"No! No. Of course not!" I lied. What? I couldn't just say 'Oh yeah by the way, Chase only has until his thirties. Then he dies.' That would be the most awful thing to hear. Especially when that person is your brother. Luckily Adam just shrugged. We've been down in the lab for about ten more minutes, and then both of us decided to check on Chase. And we stepped into the elevators.
The doors 'binged' as we walked out of the elevator. Tasha was standing in the kitchen. She was holding a cup of soup while defoliating through a magazine.
"Hi honey." I say, as I walk over to my wife.
"Oh hi Donald! I'm sorry but Chase fell asleep a few minutes ago." Tasha tells me.
"Why is there something to be sorry about then?" I asked her, puzzled.
"Oh no. I just thought you'd like to check on Chase when he woke up. But you weren't able to. Because when you just arrived, Chase was already sleeping." Tasha apologized.
"Oh don't worry. I'll just ask him when he wakes up again. But has anything happened when he woke up?" I asked her.
"Well, I asked him if he wanted some soup. And he agreed. So I went to the kitchen to get him some soup, and told him to go sit on one of the stools. But when he stood up, he stumbled and fell to the ground. I quickly ran to him, and helped him up. I asked him if he was okay. And he said he was okay, just a little dizzy. So I helped him to the stools, and noticed Chase was still pretty pale. Chase ate the whole cup, but it took a long time. After that I helped him over to the couch, put a blanket on him and as I tugged him in he fell asleep." Tasha told me.
"Ok. Thanks for telling me that." She nodded. I walked over to Adam, who was sitting next to, a now sleeping, Chase.
"How's he doing?" I asked Adam this time.
"Not good. His breathing is uneven, he's as pale as a sheet and he's sweating." Adam tells me. "What's wrong with him Mr. Davenport?" Adam asked me worriedly.
"It's okay. Because of Chase's 'issue' he will be having these symptoms a lot." I reassure Adam. He nods.
"I'm going upstairs to tell Bree how Chase's doing." Adam said. Then he left. I decided to tell Tasha about Chase.
"Honey can you come for a minute?"
Adam's POV
I was walking through the hall, trying to find the room Bree was in. I knocked on the last door in this hall.
"Who's there?" I hear Bree ask.
"It's me. We need to talk."
She opens the door for me, and I can see she's been crying. "What is it?" Bree asks me.
"It's about Chase." I tell her. She fully opens the door to let me in. She pats on a spot next to her on the bed. I take a seat at that spot.
"Ok. Give it up." She tells me.
"Well Chase kind of got a heart attack this evening." I tell her. She gasps.
"What do you mean?"
"When he woke up, he said I needed to get Mr. Davenport. So I quickly ran to him and brought him downstairs. Chase was doing CPR on himself as Leo was encouraging him. Mr. Davenport then got a weird looking thing-a-ma-jig and placed it on Chase's heart. Mr. Davenport said it would send shocks through Chase's body to let his heart beat normal again."
"A mini-defibrillator."
"Yes. Well it helped Chase's heart beat normal again. I helped him sit up, but he fell limp in my arms. I then sat him up again and he just started looking into space. Like he had a seizure or something. Mr. Davenport then laid him down and said Chase needed to rest." I explained to Bree.
"Ok…" She said looking deeply into my eyes.
"But there's something else bothering you. Isn't it?" She asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah. I think Mr. Davenport is hiding something from us" I told Bree.
"Why do you think that?" She asked me.
"Because… well because he's been acting weird lately…" She gave me a weird look.
"Look. When I walked into the lab, Mr. Davenport was working on a 'cure' for Chase's 'issue'. But he's been working on it for five hours straight."
"Well maybe he's just worried."
"That's what I thought. But when I asked him why he needed to do it right now, it was like he was making up an excuse. And I've been thinking… What if something even worse is going on with Chase, and we can't know?" I told her.
"I don't think Davenport would ever do that to us. He's our father, and Chase is our brother. They would never keep a secret from us. Only if it's for the best." Bree said. She had a point. I was probably worrying about nothing.
"How do you think of it?" I ask her.
"Hmm?" She questions looking up from her phone.
"What do you think of the idea that Chase won't live that long anymore?" I asked her.
"Well… actually I don't have such a good feeling with it. I mean he's my younger brother. He's not supposed to die before me. I don't want to bury my little brother. I feel sick even thinking of it. I never expected this to happen. I mean, we're his siblings. We were supposed to watch out for him, and protect him. But all we did was insulting him, hurting him and destroying him." Bree answered, while she looked down, a sign of guilt hidden in her eyes.
"I know we were. But Chase always was the smartest and most mature of us three. He's so responsible and he always knows what to do in extreme situations. I think, we just forgot he still was our little brother. And even though he always said he didn't need our help, I think deep inside he really required it. But we never saw. And we never knew. And now we know, and now he needs us. But we're not there for him, because we're scared."
"Scared of what Adam? I don't know anymore."
"We're scared of losing our brother. We're scared he'll blame us for this. We're scared he'll never love us because we abandoned him when he most needed us. We're scared; because we think he'll never forgive us for all the times we've hurt him. And most importantly we're scared of losing the one thing that we love, but never admitted it to that person. Out of apprehension and out of pendency. But we should love him, and care for him right now. We should've shown him how much we truly loved him for who he really was. We should be concerned every time he's hurt. We should help him with his problems instead of making them worse. We should be the things he can count on when he feels down. And I know he does that with you Bree, but this is something I need to change about myself. To let Chase feel dependable around me, so he doesn't need to be scared to tell me anything that's bothering me. 'Cause all I have been this last fifteen years, is a terrible brother. And I'm going to change that. I'm going to be Chase's big, caring, loving and listening brother. It's going to be hard, but eventually it'll come to it. And hopefully it isn't to late for that." I said, confident.
"Wow…Adam…I don't know what to say. Except for… WOW… that's really beautiful said of you. I-" But Bree couldn't finish her sentence because it was interrupted with a high-pitched scream, coming from downstairs. I quickly jumped up from the bed, but Bree just sat there.
"Aren't you coming?" I asked her confused.
"I don't know Adam, I don't think I want to know why and who was screaming…" Bree said, pretty uncertain.
"Hey. Don't worry. I'm still here. The strongest man in the world! Don't you worry." I assure her.
"Yeah. You're that strong even Krane can throw you across the room." She chuckles. I just mock my head.
"You almost got smashed by a couch. So just shut up." I joked. Both of us started laughing and making jokes.
"WHAT?!" We heard, coming from downstairs.
"Was that Tasha?" Bree asks me.
"I don't know… Maybe." I say unsure. "Shall we take a look?"
"I'm not certain Adam… I don't really like to see anyone laying dead on the ground or something." Bree says uncomfortable.
"OK what do you say, we go sitting at the top of the stairs against the wall? No one will see us there, and we can hear what's going on without being scared to be noticed." I explain to her.
"Yeah. That sounds good." She agrees. I help her up and we walk to the stairs. We go sit at the wall and shush each other while giggling a little. We hear Tasha and Mr. Davenport discussing with each other. Both of us turn our attention to their conversation.
"Look honey, I'm sorry. But I can't find something that'll help right now." Mr. Davenport says to Tasha, I guess.
"But Donald. You should be able to solve this problem! You're an inventor. Isn't there anything you can do to make it last longer?" Tasha asked.
"Make what last longer?" Bree whispers at me.
"I don't know." I whisper back.
"Look, Tasha. I know it all sounds bad and stuff, but I'll find something. Just right now, I can't" Mr. Davenport says.
"Donald. You are supposed to watch over them, and one of them is probably dying and it looks like you don't even care. You only have fifteen years left, and you say you'll find something to prevent it from happening eventually? What if it's already to late then?" Tasha questions Mr. Davenport.
"You don't think I care?! He's my son! And I'm about to bury him if I don't do anything! He only has fifteen years left to live, and it breaks him. And you think I don't see that?! Why do you think I spent five hours in the lab too find a cure? For fun?! I don't think so. You think I like to bury Chase when he's only thirty?! You think I don't care about that?! You think I won't cry when the time comes?! You think I'll just ignore the fact that my youngest dies that young?! You think I hate him?! How could you say something like that?!" Mr. Davenport screams at Tasha.
"Wait. Chase only has to his thirties?!" Bree and I said in unison.
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