I DO NOT OWN LAB RATS.

Concerns

It was noon and Donald was asleep on the couch, clutching his teddy bear against his chest. Even as a grown man, he still sleeps with a teddy bear, especially when he's sick. Plus, he can act like a little kid. The kids came in and chuckled because he looked so cute. He was curled into a tight ball, as tight as he could get. "Aww, should we wake him?" asked Adam. "He looks so cute."

Chase said, "Yes. He hasn't eaten since breakfast yesterday. He must be hungry by now."

Adam said, "I know I would be."

Chase just shook his head back and forth. "Whatever. I'll just wake him up so he can eat."

Adam asked, "Can't we just leave him here? He looks so cute."

Chase just sighed. "Adam, he has to eat."

"Okay, okay. No need to get all prissy, princess Chasey."

Chase just sighed again and gently shook Donald. "Mr. Davenport." The only response he got was Donald pulling his blue blanket tighter around him.

Bree tried. "Mr. Davenport." Again, he didn't wake up.

Adam said, "Guys, I got this. MR. DAVENPORT!"

That startled him awake and he fell off the couch, along with his bear and blanket.

Bree said, "Adam! That's your way of waking someone up?"

"It worked, didn't it?"

Leo picked Donald's bear up. "Big D, you still sleep with a teddy bear?" Everyone laughed.

"Give me Mr. Scuffles."

Everyone laughed again and Bree asked, "Mr. Scuffles? You named your bear?"

He snatched the bear from Leo. "I only sleep with him when I'm sick."

Bree said, "Okay, this is too funny not to keep laughing."

"Okay, okay. That's enough of picking on me." Everyone was still giggling.

Chase said, "Anyway, we woke you up to have you try and eat something. You haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday, so you must be hungry by now."

"I am."

"Okay, well, I'll make you something. What do you want to eat?"

"Can I have some fruit, cut up?"

"Yes. I'll cut some up." Donald nodded and headed upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower. Chase went over to the fridge and got out some fruit and started cutting some into squares. He cut up apples, oranges, bananas, grapes, pineapple, and strawberries.

Tasha came through the door. "Hi, honey."

"Hey, Tasha. What are you doing here?"

"I got out of work early. Hungry there? Got enough fruit?"

"No. This is for Mr. Davenport." He got out a bowl, scooped some pieces up with a spoon and placed them in the bowl. Chase went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. "Mr. Davenport?"

"Yeah?" he asked from the other side of the door.

"I've got your fruit."

"Great. You can just put it on my nightstand."

"All right." Chase went to his room and set the fruit down on Donald's stand by his bed. His side of his and Tasha's bed was a mess, like it usually was. Chase said to himself, "Wow, somebody's messy."

Donald came in with a black silk robe on. "I heard that." Chase just turned around and faked a smile. Donald crossed his arms and gave him a look. "Fine, fine. I get it. I'll leave." Chase walked out and Donald smiled, satisfied with himself.

He flopped down on his bed and covered up. He grabbed the bowl and started devouring fruit instantly because he was starving. Leo came in holding two items. "Hey, Big D. You left," he chuckled while saying the next part, "Mr. Scuffles on the couch, along with your baby blanket. And I thought I was the youngest one here."

Tasha came walking up behind Leo. "Leo, stop embarrassing Donald." She walked into their room.

"Really? This bear and blanket would say otherwise." He tossed them on the bed.

Tasha just shook her head. "That's enough." She sat on the bed. "Are you all right, Donald? You look white as a sheet." She put a hand to his forehead. "And you're hot."

"Why thank you."

"You're welcome, but that's not what I meant."

He chuckled. "Oh."

"All right. Let's check that temperature. I'll be right back. I left the thermometer in the living room."

Donald tossed a piece of strawberry into the air and caught it in his mouth.

"So, Big D, what's the plan when you get better?"

He replied suspiciously, "Keep helping the kids with missions."

"Good to know."

"Leo, what are you up to?"

"Nothing."

"You're already my helper. Nothing more than that."

"Fine." Donald then started to cough and sweat.

"Big D, you all right? You're sweating like crazy."

He was trying to speak and breathe but had trouble doing so. "I-I'm allergic t-t-o straw–" He coughed and had short breaths. "–strawberries."

Leo looked at the bowl Donald held and gasped. "Ahh! This bowl has a lot of them!"

Tasha walked in, holding the thermometer. "Okay, Donald. I got the–" She dropped it and ran over to him. "Donald! Leo, what happened?!"

"He's allergic to strawberries!"

"What?" She shook her head and looked at Donald. "Donald, do you have an EpiPen?"

He nodded. "Down... lab... cyber desk... drawer." His eyes were slowly closing, and he was losing consciousness due to lack of oxygen.

"Hurry, Leo!" He ran off and down to the lab.

He ran into the lab and over to Donald's cyber desk. Chase asked, "Leo, what's the hurry? Where's the fire?" Leo rummaged through the desk and found what he was looking for: something that looked like a pen with a blue cap and an orange end. He then took off.

"Leo! Come on guys! Something's wrong. Let's go!" Bree grabbed Adam and Chase and super speeded upstairs.

Chase said, "Leo! Where are you?!" They heard commotion from upstairs. "Come on!" They ran upstairs.

Leo tossed the pen to Tasha, and she took the blue cap off. "Okay, Donald." She plunged the pen into his thigh and waited before removing it.

"Mr. Davenport!" yelled Chase, running in. Adam and Bree ran in after him. Chase was by his side in an instant and held his hand, which was shaking. Donald felt air slowly enter his lungs. His skin color slowly went from a blue tint to its normal tan color, a very pale tan. He coughed, which meant Tasha could put the pen down. He took a deep breath in and let one slowly out.

"Thank goodness." She hugged him. "Are you all right, Donald?"

He breathed heavily and laid back down. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine now."

"Good."

Chase said, "Mr. Davenport, what happened?"

"I... I ate some strawberries."

"Oh, god. I am so sorry I put strawberries in there. I forgot that you're allergic."

"That's all right, Chase. You didn't mean to. You forgot, that's all." The look on Chase's face said otherwise. "I'm fine, Chase. Don't worry."

Tasha hugged him again and said, "Well, I'm just glad you're all right."

"Us too," replied Bree. He reached out his arm to embrace Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo in his hug with Tasha too. He then ruffled Chase's hair.

Later at the hospital—Donald was brought to the hospital because they wanted to make sure he was fine—Donald was sitting on a table in an examination room. "Tasha, I told you I'm fine. I feel much better. I'm breathing fine now."

"I know you said that, honey. And I believe you. I just wanna make sure."

He sighed, defeated. "Fine!"