Hi POTATOES! How're you doing? Sorry, I'm in a good mood right now, because I just came back from my counsellor. And it's always fun with her! So yeah! And I know I'm supposed to update 'So, how old are you?' first, but I just had a great idea for this story! And because I'm in a good mood now, I decided to make this a more 'Happy' chapter! You're welcome! Haha! :D

SHOUT-OUTS

Tennisgirl77: Good too hear your exam's gone well! Mine's gone terrible! Haha :D I kind off expected that for History… :3 I love your stories too! So please keep writing those awesome stories! :D I'm pretty curious for which Christmas story you'll write. Can you please tell me once you figured it out? :3

Littlepiggy27: OK! You just got more!

BillyUngerLover: Yeah! He really Leo'd this up! Haha! :D But this chapter is going the bright way! SO read it! Haha! I'm so pushy! :3

Guest2.0.0: Haha that sounds a lot like those clips on Facebook!

"I don't know who you are… I don't know where you live…

But I will find you, and I will kill you." LOL! But seriously, don't kill me please! This is going to be a great chapter! Chase 'll die! Nah just kidding! Or am I?

Autumrose: Thanks! Yeah, poor Chase! But I just had to do it. Guest told me how I could fix Chase… So I did, although it doesn't look like it…

BigTimeRusher12: Trust me, now it looks like he's getting worse. But wait until the test-results from the hospitals are confirmed! HINT HINT! :3

OK on with chapter 11!

Previously in 'The Bionic Nutjob'

"NO!" Mr Davenport screams.

"Mr Davenport calm down, you're out. We're safe!" I sooth him. But then, it hit me. Both of us watch in horror as the car crashes into a tree. Completely wrecked.

"CHASE!"

Adam's POV

How could I forget Chase?! How could I forget Chase?! I mean: we've been so close these past weeks. And I just forget to take him out of a car that's going to crash into a tree?! Who does that?! I stood up, and noticed my feet hurt. I limped over to the wrecked car, as Mr Davenport sobbed loudly. A few cars stopped and the people ran towards me, telling me not too go to the car because it was dangerous. But I just ignored them; they didn't know my brother was in there.

I reached the car. The whole front of it was broken. Its tires were destroyed, and its windows were broken. I opened the back door, and I saw Chase. His forehead was all bloody, and he hung limp in his seatbelt. Blood was goosing out of his head, and his right arm was placed into the strangest way. I carefully placed two fingers on his neck; trying too find a pulse. There was one, but it was weak. I gently tapped Chase's cheek

"Chase, wake up buddy. I need too know you're ok."

Chase started groaning slightly.

"Ugh, Adam?..." He asks weakly.

"Yeah it's me buddy, you ok?" I ask him soothingly.

"Everything…hurts…" Chase chokes out, moving slowly.

"Ok, Ok. Take it easy buddy. You've just been in a car accident." I say as I hold him still.

"OK Adam…" He says weakly. He then falls back into unconsciousness. I unlock his belt, and he falls to the left. I quickly grab him; making sure the sharp piece of metal wouldn't pierce through his scull. I gently pulled him towards me. He limply fell on me. I picked him up bridal style and walked towards Mr Davenport. It looked like he was calling someone; another person was doing so too. I gave him a questioning look.

"I j-just called T-Tasha, she's t-telling B-Bree a-and Leo." Mr Davenport seemed to be less sad once he saw Chase.

"He l-looks p-pallid." Mr Davenport said as he laid the back of his hand on Chase's bloody forehead.

"I-is h-he-"

"No Mr Davenport, he just woke up. He told me everything hurt and then he fell back into unconsciousness." I assure him.

"I just called an ambulance, they're on their way." Someone told us. Mr Davenport nodded grateful. I sat on the ground, laid Chase on his back and placed his head in my lap. I gently stroked his hair.

"I'm so sorry Chase…" I whispered, as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"It's okay…" Chase suddenly answered weakly. I looked at him in surprise, and saw he had his eyes slightly open.

"How're you feeling?" I ask him, touching his cheek.

*cough* "A little better now…" *cough*

I look worriedly at Chase. The moments he coughed, blood escaped his mouth.

"Mr Davenport Chase is coughing up blood!" I say at him.

"I am?" Chase asks in surprise. He moves up his arm,the one that still looks 'normal', and touches his lip with it. He takes off his hand of his lip and looks at his fingers, which are covered with fresh blood. Chase lifts his head to look at me, as he looks at me in worry.

"Adam…" Chase says before his eyes roll to the back of his head and his hand falls limply to the side.

"Chase? Chase are you ok? Chase!" I start shaking Chase gently, hoping for a response. But there wasn't any.

"CHASE! MR DAVENPORT!" I screamed. He quickly rushed over to me, he was talking to the same person who called an ambulance.

"Adam, what's wrong?" Mr Davenport asked me worriedly.

"Something's wrong with Chase!" I say, starting to cry.

"OK, Adam. I'll examine him ok?" He suggests. I nod.

He places two fingers on Chase's neck, just like I did before, and he sighs in relief. I let out a sigh. He's alive. Mr Davenport then lifts up one of Chase's eyelids, and shines a little light in it. He does the same with his other eye.

"His pupils are reacting…" He mumbles.

"Adam, I think he just passed out." Davenport tells me.

"But he coughed up blood." I say.

"Wait what?!" Mr Davenport says as he rips open Chase's shirt. His whole chest was red, and a piece of metal pierced through his chest, into one of his lungs.

"Oh no!" Mr Davenport says. He pulls out the little piece of metal, and it turns out that the part that was in Chase's chest was huge! Great!

We then heard sirens coming our way. I looked up and saw an ambulance along with a police car driving towards us. The people in the ambulance ran out over to us, and putted Chase on a stretcher. They placed Chase inside the ambulance, and we stepped in too. They put some kind of mask on Chase's mouth, it helped him 'breath' Soon we drove off to the hospital.

The Doctors took Chase, to do a scan too see if he had any major injuries besides his head, arm and chest. There was a big chance he would have amnesia, or slight memory loss. Strange because when he woke up on the street, he still knew who I was. I told them. But then they told me it could have happened the moment after he passed out. So I just decided to take that possibility out of my mind, and just hope he's ok. Mr Davenport and I have been in the hospital for five hours straight. Tasha, Leo and Bree planned to come too, but the traffic held them back, so they just drove back to home and asked Mr Davenport too let anything know once he got any news from the Doctors.

"Sir, we found some kind of chip in his neck. What is it?" A doctor asked as his head peeked out of the door split. My heart skipped a beat, oh no, now they're going to figure out we're bionic and they're going to take us away from Mr Davenport and do experiments on us! I started to get as stiff as a plank. But Mr Davenport, instead, was pretty relaxed as he answered the Doctor's question easily.

"A few years ago, he had a little accident with his neck, and the Doctors gave him a metal plate to help it function correctly." Was the answer he gave.

I was dazed by how easily he could make up such a good excuse. I mean I wouldn't have, a little obvious, but still! I looked at Mr Davenport in surprise, as the doctor nodded in understanding and walked back into the room where Chase was in. Mr Davenport then looked at me and saw my expression, he chuckled.

"How'd you-"

"I practiced the whole time we were here to let it sound convincing." He answered, not even needing too know exactly what I was going to ask. The rest of the time we sat there, my whole mind was filled with all the negative possibilities that could be wrong with Chase. Eventually I just threw it all out of my mind and just filled my thoughts with nothing but emptiness. After three hours, one of the Doctors came walking out, blood on his hands. Oh no…

"We have some good news, and bad news." He told us. Bad news? Oh no!

"What do you want too hear first." The doctor asked. Mr Davenport was about too say something when I interrupted him.

"The bad news!" I said fast.

"The bad news is, that Chase's right arm is pretty messed up, so he's going to need a plaster for it. The little piece of metal that was in Chase's chest, made a hole in his lung, that was why he coughed up blood. We fixed it though. He has a pretty bad concussion too. Also there's a chance he has amnesia, as we said before, but we won't know for sure until he wakes up." Ok so there's a chance he has amnesia, but it's not confirmed yet, so they could be wrong. YES!

"And the good news?" Mr Davenport asks.

"The good news is…"

And the rest is for next time! I hope you liked this chapter! At least we know Chase isn't in such a bad condition! So remember: ALWAYS PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON! Otherwise you're going to be the same bad condition as Chase is going to be in 'Bad, turns into worse and finally the worst' so do it! (you still don't know exactly in what kind of condition Chase is, but you can find out half in the prologue. :3) I myself didn't put on my seatbelt one time, and got a black eye… so DO IT! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! And catch-ya next chapter! Bu-bye POTATOES! SEATBELT!