I DO NOT OWN LAB RATS.

Problems

Donald was in his bed, flipping through the channels. He found nothing to watch, so he decided to turn the TV off. "This stinks! I'm sick and there's nothing I can do except wait this out. Until then, I can't help the kids out with missions."

Suddenly, Eddy, Donald's home security system, came up on the screen. Donald installed him everywhere: the living room, kitchen, lab, and all the bedrooms. "Heelloo, Donny!"

He just sighed. "Hi, Eddy."

"I couldn't help but overhear your little problem. If you ask me, I think you not helping the kids is a great idea."

"Why's that?"

"Because if they're gone, you get to spend more time with mmeeee!"

Donald sighed again. "This is just temporary. I will recover... eventually."

"Aww man!"

Donald grabbed the remote to Eddy. "Goodbye, Eddy." He pressed a button and Eddy disappeared from the screen.

Tasha came in carrying a tray with Donald's favorite things to have when he's sick: Kool-Aid in a glass with a curly straw and Chicken Noodle soup. "How's my favorite patient doing?" Donald chuckled, taking the drink.

Leo came up behind her and looked at her. "Well, that was mean. Anyway, how're you feeling, Big D?"

"Better now that I have my wife here." Leo looked at him with a 'You did not just say that' look. He sat on the end of the bed.

"Now, let's check that fever." Tasha grabbed the thermometer and placed it in his ear.

"I've got an idea, Big D."

"No."

"You haven't even heard it yet."

"I don't have to. It'll just end up in disaster with someone getting hurt or something."

"That is cold."

"Fine. What is it?"

"While you're sick and laid up, I can help with missions."

"I don't think so, Leo."

"Come on, Big D. This is my big chance to prove to you that I can help with missions. I can do this."

"Fine, but after that–"

"We'll report to you, don't worry."

"Well, okay. Thanks, Leo."

"102. It rose, but it's not bad." Tasha grabbed the soup and handed it to him. She said, "Here's your soup. Be careful, it's–" He took a bite and spit it out. "–hot."

Leo said, "That... was awesome!"

"Does he have to be here anymore?"

She chuckled. "Come on, Leo. Donald needs his rest."

"Aw, can't I stay a little longer?"

"Leo."

"Fine." He got off the bed and left the room.

"I'll check on you later, honey." She kissed his forehead and left the room to go downstairs.

"How's Mr. Davenport?" asked Bree.

"Well, he's definitely got the flu," replied Tasha.

Chase said, "Poor Mr. Davenport."

"Well, look on the bright side: he can't yell at us now because he's out of energy to do it."

Bree replied sarcastically, "Yes, Adam. That's the bright side of this."

Chase said, "He would've been better already if someone didn't break his invention."

"Too bad we don't know who did it."

Everyone face palmed, and Bree said, "You did it, Adam."

"Ohhh."

Bree said, "I feel bad for Mr. Davenport."

"Why?" asked Adam. "He's been sick before."

Chase then said, "He hasn't been sick with three bionic humans before."

Bree said, "Yes, he has. It's just now that we're older, we're able to go on missions and he helps us with them. When we were little, we didn't have missions and he didn't have to help us with them."

Leo interrupted. "Ah, but you do have help."

They all groaned, and Bree said, "Oh no. No, no, no, no."

"Why not?"

Chase replied, "Every time you try to help us, something goes wrong."

"No, it doesn't."

Bree said, "Leo, last time you guided us through a mission, we almost lost Chase because rocks fell on him. It took him two months to recover."

"Hey. That wasn't my fault. Besides, I think I deserve more credit than that anyway." He walked upstairs to his room, which was two doors down from Donald and Tasha's.

Adam said, "Well, better get to bed." They all went to the elevator and down to the lab.

Adam, Bree, and Chase put their pajamas on and entered their capsules. "I'm not tired."

"No one cares, Chase. Just get in your capsule," said Bree.

"Fine." Even if he said he wasn't tired, he fell asleep the instant he entered his capsule.

A little after 6:00 the next morning, Tasha was getting ready to go to work, when Donald appeared in the living room with a blanket wrapped tightly around him because he was freezing. "Donald, sweetie, what are you doing out of bed?"

"I couldn't sleep. I'm freezing, I feel dizzy, and everything hurts."

"Oh, baby. Come here." He slowly went over to her, and she enveloped him into a hug. His whole body was wracked with chills under her touch. "You're shivering. You can sleep here. You've been cooped up in your room all day yesterday." He laid down and she covered him up. "Okay, Donald, I have to go to work and should be home around 4:00, but the kids will take care of you."

"Yeah, right."

"Oh, they will take care of you. I'll tell them that if you need anything, to get it for you. Besides, one would take care of you anyway without asking." He nodded, knowing that Chase would take care of him anyway. They all know he was Donald's favorite.

Adam, Bree, and Chase were up, and Chase was arguing with Adam. "Adam, give me back my ePod!"

Adam waved it around in his hand. "If you want it, you have to jump for it." Chase jumped and every time he did, Adam held it higher and higher. He enjoyed this because Chase was not as tall as him and Bree. Adam was six foot two, Bree was five foot three, and Chase was five foot one.

Bree watched this from her place in the chair at Leo's desk. "I'm really enjoying this. It's too funny."

Tasha came down to the lab. "What's going on here?"

Chase said, "Adam took my ePod."

"Prove it."

"It's right there in your hand."

"So?"

Tasha interrupted. "Boys!"

"Sorry."

"Anyway, Donald is upstairs sleeping, so try to keep it down. If he needs anything throughout the day, get it for him." Adam sighed.

Bree stood up. "Don't worry, Tasha. I know Chase will take care of Mr. Davenport, but I will make sure Adam takes care of him too."

"Good. Thank you, Bree." She then exited the lab and headed off to work.