Bree's POV.
"Hey Bree!" I heard Kaz greet as he came in with Oliver and Skylar from school.
"Hey guys!" I greeted back before going over to them. "How was school?"
"Can't complain." Skylar and Oliver said at the same time.
"Easy for you two to say, you aren't close to failing grammar." Kaz huffed just as Chase came in.
"Well, I'll help you with your school, Kaz. Well I'm around, you won't be failing anything." I smiled before looking at my brother and asked him the same question I asked the others.
"It was fine. I'm gonna go work on my homework." He told us quietly before going up the stairs.
"What's with him?" I asked.
"We don't know. He's seemed a bit tired all day, but he also seemed like he wasn't sleeping well last night, so that may just be it." Oliver explained.
"I'll check on him later. For now, let's work on that homework, Kaz." I explained as we sat down on the couch.
After two hours, Kaz had finally understood his homework and I decided now would be a good time to check on Chase since he would've been finished with his homework by now. I started walking up the stairs and stopped outside the boys bedroom door. Knocking, I yelled.
"Chase!? You doing ok in there?!"
Then I heard a quiet answer, which only made me more worried.
"Ye-yeah Br-Bree I-I'm fi-fine. Ju-just do-don't co-come I-in, ple-please."
I was not listening to any of that junk that any of the boys threw at me.
"Nice try, but I'm coming in, no matter what!" I warned as I opened the door, that wasn't locked, surprisingly, and was shocked by what I saw.
He was sitting in the beanbag that Kaz had begged Mr. Davenport for, with a tissue box on his left side while under a gigantic blanket.
"I to-told y-you n-not t-to co-come I-in." Chase shivered.
"And here I was thinking you were getting bullied again." I muttered to myself before looking at him again. "You went to school sick, didn't you?!"
"Do-don't ye-yell Br-Bree." He begged sadly.
I sighed, before asking my question in a lower tone.
"Y-yes I d-did, beca-because I h-had a hu-huge te-test tod-today, a-and I kn-knew th-that i-if I to-told y-you I was-wasn't feel-feeling we-well, y-you woul-wouldn't l-let m-me g-go." He explained.
I sighed, knowing he was right about that, but I still can't believe he wouldn't tell me!
"Tell me your symptoms right now." I demanded as I looked at him. He was about to answer, when I noticed he would be stuttering the whole time, so I sighed and told him.
"You know what? Forget that, let's get you to the couch and I'll figure out myself."
After trying to get him out of the beanbag, I finally did so after about ten tries, most of which were him being stubborn, and got him down to the couch.
I left the room for a minute to grab my bag and coat before coming back.
"Br-Bree, ple-please n-no." He begged.
"When you guys stop getting hurt or sick, I'll stop going Dr. Davenport on you guys, but we both know that'll never happen." I explained as I put the thermometer in his mouth.
It beeped and I pulled it out.
"102.9. Any higher and I would probably have to take you to the hospital." I explained before pulling out my stethoscope.
After I finished, I finally diagnosed him with pneumonia.
"We're gonna see how you are doing for a few days and if you get worse or don't improve, I'll take you to the doctor, alright?" I asked.
He nodded as he started drifting off and fell asleep.
I think the next day I had gotten even more protective over Chase as I started making sure he wasn't stopping himself from coughing, which you shouldn't do that cause it might make you more sick, especially in his case. I was checking his lungs while Oliver, Kaz and Skylar were grabbing something to eat after school. Chase, hating all of this, started begging to them.
"Can one of you PLEASE get me out of this?!" Then he started coughing again.
At least his chills were gone, which was good.
"Sorry Chase. Just deal with it and soon it'll be over." Skylar explained sympathetically as she and Oliver went upstairs while Kaz asked me for help with his homework.
Releasing Chase was asleep again, I agreed, but told him we had to do it in the living room on the coffee table. After helping Kaz, who went upstairs to go play video games with Oliver, I decided to order a few pizzas and make my brother some soup when I heard Chase start coughing again. I ran over and rubbed his back till he stopped. Then the pizza guy came and I quickly paid for it as he left.
"Dinnertime!" I yelled up the stairs.
I put the pizza down where Kaz, Oliver and Skylar could get it.
"Save some for mama!" I yelled before finishing the soup and going over to Chase.
"Fine, but how much do you want?" Kaz asked.
I shot him a glare before waking Chase up gently.
"Sleepy." He muttered.
"I know, but you need to eat something." I explained.
"Not hungry." He mumbled.
"Chase..." I warned.
"Fine." He whined as he opened his eyes and started sitting up, only for me to push him back down.
"Oh no. You are way too sick to be sitting up. I'm gonna feed you." I explained as I got a spoonful. "Open up, Chasey."
He just compiled as I put the spoon in his mouth, probably from being overtired since his cough was sort of keeping him up until I gave him some Nyquil.
"No more." He whined as he pushed the bowl away after five spoonfuls.
"Chase, you barley ate anything!" I yelled.
"I told you before that I wasn't hungry." He complained.
"If your gonna complain, then I want you to eat." I explained.
"No..." He whined.
"Chase, three more and I'll leave you alone." I offered.
"Fine." He groaned as he opened his mouth again.
After I put three more spoonfuls in his mouth, I put the bowl down on the coffee table along with his glass of water.
"You can go back to sleep now." I told him.
"Ok..." he yawned as his eyes closed.
I picked up his bowl and put it in the sink before sitting down with everyone else and started eating my pizza.
"So how come you never get hurt or sick, Bree?" Oliver asked.
"Because who would take care of me if I got sick?" I asked, and no one raised their hand. "Just as I suspected. None of you would take care of mommy." I joked, making everyone laugh.