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Bree's POV.

"Why on earth is Kim Kardashian getting sued for promoting a product? Especially for 100 millions dollars. That's stupid." I scowled, reading the news article on my phone screen, and Skylar was pretending to listen, but I knew she didn't really understand the Kardashians, and honestly? Neither did I.

My thoughts were cut off by a large crash upstairs, making me perk up before Skylar and I ran up the stairs with our speed to see Chase standing up slowly, wincing as he did so.

"Chase? What happened?" I asked as Skylar supported him so he could stand.

"I slipped on my reading assignment, and grab the bookcase to stop my fall, but I just pulled it down." He explained as I noticed his right ankle was twisted in a odd position, slightly to the left.

"Skylar, help him downstairs. I need to look at that ankle." I explained as I went to our room, slipping on my coat and stethoscope, grabbing the medical kit and going downstairs to where Skylar was grabbing some ice from the freezer for it while I sat beside his now bare foot.

"Can you move it at all?"

Chase was able to slightly move his toes, wincing as he did so, before I pulled out the portable X-ray machine and held it in front of his ankle.

"That's a bad sprain, Chase." I admitted before turning to Skylar. "Hand me that ice, and get a pillow to elevate his ankle."

Skylar nodded, speeding up the stairs and coming back with a pillows as I lifted his tibia up, sliding the pillow under it and setting it down.

"Hey, I'm heading to a friend's house for a study group, so I'll see you two later."

I nodded as she sped out of the house before I took off my coat and stethoscope, as I laid a blanket over him and sat on the couch beside him before he laid his head on my thigh, the sound of Food Network in the background.

As I subconsciously stroked his hair, my mind went back to the first time Chase had ever gotten injured.

Flashback...

Mr. Davenport was at work, like always. Adam and I were having a argument over if speed or strength was better, while Chase was working on something for Mr. Davenport for something called "Father's day" which, at the time, I thought he was making up.

"It is better to run out of a building on fire then hold it, Adam!" I yelled loudly as he shook his head.

"Nu-uh! Holding it would save more people from being crushed!" He yelled back as he looked down at me, being a few inches taller.

As I was about to make a comment back, the elevator door dinged and out came Mr. Davenport, making our younger brother's face light up as he climbed to his feet, his invention in hand.

"Mr. Davenport! Look!" He exclaimed happily, running towards him with a huge smile before I saw a piece of paper in the floor, but before I could run and grab it, it was too late, even for me as his foot went from under himself and he fell, catching himself with his arm as the invention smashing into bits.

Then he burst into tears, shrieks of pain filling the room as Mr. Davenport picked him up, holding him against his chest.

"Shh... It's OK, Bud." He tried to reassure him as he walked to the cyber desk, Adam and I following behind.

"Is he gonna be OK?" Adam asked as Mr. Davenport calmed him down, reducing his shrieks to sniffles.

"Yes, Adam. He'll be OK." He told my older brother as he examined Chase's arm carefully. "Why don't you go play Baby Dolls with Bree?"

I lit up before hearing Adam groan.

"But that's boring!"

"Adam Charles Davenport, I don't have time for this. Go play with your sister."

"Yes sir." Adam groaned before he took me over to my dolls and we started playing.

"OK, you're the Daddy, I'm the Mommy and this is our baby." I told him just as I heard Chasey start crying again. "I hope he's OK."

"Hey, Mr. Davenport said he would be OK. So let's just play, alright?" Adam smiled as I nodded, but kept turning back to where Chase was.

After a hour, Mr. Davenport called us into the room he and Chase were in. Adam and I went into the room to see Chase with tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes, red cheeks and a blue cast going from his fingers to his elbow.

"Adam, Bree. You need to be careful with Chase, alright? I have to go pick up some medicine for him, but I'll be back in a little bit."

"OK." We all agreed as Mr. Davenport helped Chase off the counter before leaving the lab.

"Bree? Adam? Can you help me fix Mr. Davenport's present?" Chase asked with his puppy dog eyes.

"Sure." Adam and I smiled before I sped around the room, grabbing all the bits and pieces before putting them at Chase's feet.

"What are you making anyway?" Adam asked as Chase reached for the pieces with his good arm.

"I'm making a robot that can get Mr. Davenport whatever he needs, whenever he needs it." Chase grinned.

"Chase, that's boring! Make it look like a dog, then I'll be impressed."

Chase rolled his eyes at the comment before going to work on the invention.

"Should we finish our argument, Bree?" Adam asked me as I nodded.

"Speed's better!"

End of flashback....

Chase shifted in his sleep against my leg, trying to get comfortable, before I heard him whisper in his sleep.

"Thanks, Mom."