I DO NOT OWN LAB RATS.

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Donald had been in the hospital for two days. He and Tasha were playing a board game and Donald also had his ear buds in, music on low, while the kids were sitting at the table playing cards. Adam complained first. "Ugh! I'm sooo bored! We've been here for two days! Why can't he just be released already?"

Chase said, "Adam, he just had surgery two days ago."

"Yes, but I just feel that he should be home with us and not... in this place of sickness and death." Bree, Chase, and Leo just rolled their eyes.

Just then, a doctor came in holding a clipboard. "Hello everyone. Ah, Mr. Davenport. I see you're doing better. How do you feel?"

"I'm feeling better, thank you."

"That's good. Well, the good news is that you get to go home today."

"Yes!" Everyone looked at him. "What?"

The doctor chuckled. "It's all right. Your wife told me that you don't like hospitals." Donald blushed because he was now embarrassed. "Well, I'll leave you to get dressed and then we'll get you out of here. How's that sound?"

Donald nodded and said, "Sounds good." The doctor then left.

Leo said, "We're leaving too, Big D. Come on guys." He gestured for everyone to leave with him, and they did.

Donald got out of bed and grabbed his clothes that Tasha brought him off the nightstand. His clothes consisted of a blue short-sleeve shirt, black jeans, sneakers, and a black zip up hoodie. He took off the gown he had on and got dressed. After he was done, there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

The doctor came in, pushing a wheelchair. "Okay, Mr. Davenport, are you ready to go?"

"Yes." He was still a bit sore, so he gently sat in the chair. "Um, I've got a question."

"Yes?"

"Why does everyone in the hospital have to leave in a wheelchair even if they can walk?"

"It's just a policy and a precaution." Donald nodded and the doctor wheeled him out. Everyone was in the waiting room sitting and the kids were busy doing their own thing: Chase playing his handheld game station, Adam asking Leo stupid and pointless questions, and Bree texting Owen. The doctor came in with Donald. "And here he is."

Adam shot up from his seat and lunged at Donald. "Adam! Adam! Adam! Adam! Ahh!" He fell out of his chair and bashed his head against the front desk.

Tasha quickly pulled Adam off him, and Bree slapped his arm. "Ow! Bree, what was that for?"

"Look at what you did! Our dad's hurt... again!"

"Well, sorry. I was just so happy to see him that I didn't know my own strength when I lunged at him."

The doctor helped him up and set him back in the chair. "Are you okay, Mr. Davenport?"

He rubbed his head. "Yeah... yeah I'm fine."

"Are you sure, sweetheart?"

"Yes! I'm sure!" Every family member looked at him. He sighed. "Sorry I snapped. I'm just... tired of being sick and tired in general. Can we go now?" Everyone nodded and then exited the hospital, the doctor and Donald following behind. Everyone got into the car: Adam and Leo in the back seat, Bree and Chase in the middle, Donald in the passenger's side, and Tasha drove. While on the way home, Donald put his hood up, put the seat back, and fell asleep.

Chase asked, "Tasha, can you ask Mr. Davenport to push his seat up a little? I don't have any leg room."

"Chase, he's exhausted, so you're just gonna have to deal with it until we get home."

"Fine." Chase leaned his head back and decided to go to sleep too. Adam was boring Leo with another round of pointless questions, and Bree was on her phone texting Owen again. When they got back to the mansion, Chase got out of the car and took off full speed. "Gotta pee! Gotta pee! Gotta pee! Gotta pee! Gotta pee!"

Everyone laughed at his antic and Bree said, "I swear, he has the bladder the size of a peanut."

Tasha shook her husband's shoulder. "Donald, wake up. We're home."

He was startled awake from his peaceful sleep. Everyone laughed when he snorted as he woke up. "Oh, hey guys. What's so funny?"

Bree said, "Nothing... except the fact that you just snorted when you woke." He was now embarrassed and blushed.

Adam got out and opened Donald's door. He walked backwards towards his dad. Donald took the hint, put his hands around Adam's neck and chest, and jumped onto his back, getting a piggyback ride. "Here we go." Adam held onto Donald's ankles and adjusted himself to his dad's weight.

He was about to walk in the house when Bree stopped him. "Wait, hold up!"

"What is it?"

Bree took out her phone from her pocket. "This is too good! I have to get a picture of this!" The guys rolled their eyes and decided that they should just do it. Besides, a photo of their dad on Adam's back was priceless. Leo was standing on the left of Adam and Tasha had her hands on her son's shoulders. They all smiled, and Donald did a peace sign.

Chase ran out while saying, "Ohh, picture time! I wanna be in it!"

Bree said, "Get in, then." Chase did as he was told and stood on the other side of Adam. She held her phone horizontally and backed up a little so that she got everybody. "Say cheese."

Everyone did. "CHEESE!"

Bree said, "Got it. Now we can go." Adam was the first to go in and Donald just plopped on the couch.

He covered his mouth to stifle a laughing fit, but he just burst out laughing. Tasha put a hand on his shoulder. Chase asked, "Mr. Davenport, what's so funny?"

He said in between laughs, "N-n-nothing."

"Then why are you laughing?"

Tasha replied, "This happens when he's exhausted."

Adam said, "Awesome! He's funnier when he's tired. Can we keep him this way? I vote for it."

Bree said, "No!"

Later that night, Tasha was all ready for bed when she came out and saw Donald on the couch sleeping. She walked up to him and covered him up with a blanket. She figured he'd want to stay where he was. "Night, sweetheart." She kissed his forehead, saw him smile in his sleep, and then went to her room. Things were getting back to normal... for now.