"How's the ankle, Chase?" Bree asked as she and Adam walked into the mentor's quarters where Chase was laying on the couch with his foot elevated. "You went down pretty hard."

"And she means hard. I've never seen a student slip like that, let alone one of us-" Adam elaborated before Bree hit his shoulder.

"I'm going to be fine. It's just a first-degree sprain. It'll be healed in a few days." Chase explained as Donald came over with a water bottle and handed it to him.

"It's only a few days if you don't walk on it, mister." He pointed out before turning to the two older bionics. "I have to go to the mainland to get some crutches and stock up on medical supplies. He needs to stay here and ice his ankle."

"We've got it, Mr. Davenport." Bree reassured her father, smiling as he left before turning to Chase. "Just in case that wasn't clear, you're staying here. No matter what."

Just as Chase was about to respond, however, the mission alert went off, and Bree went to get changed, but just as Adam turned around, he saw Chase getting up.

"Nope. You're staying here."

"But-" Chase started to protest but Adam cut him off by yelling.

"You’re not up to this, you can barely stand!” Chase raised his hands in surrender, and sat back down on the couch. "Look, just guide us on the comms, okay? We don't want you getting even more hurt."

Chase nodded, and put the ice pack against his ankle again, watching as Bree and Adam left him behind. He responded by attaching the comm to his ear and opening his laptop. He could at least try and guide them.