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Adam POV:

The Bionic Academy

"Nice job, everyone. I think it's safe to say that was one of our best missions yet!" I yell out, and everyone hollers back at me, full of adrenaline. High-fives and hugs are being tossed around with smiles everywhere. Suddenly, Leo runs in, his phone clutched tightly in his hand.

"Adam!" He screams, face full of despair. "I need to talk to you, now…"

"Alright everyone, dinnertime…" I clap my hands together and watch everyone file into the dining hall, confused. It's only 10 in the morning, after all.

"Leo, what's up?" I ask, voice full of concern. He usually isn't like this. So panicky.

"Dougie's in the hospital. We have to go to Centium City…" He says, already leading me into our room. "Something about Roman and Riker's sister and father. Bree just called." We pack up our duffel bags and head to the hydroloop, all in silence, understanding the seriousness of the situation.

"Is he going to be ok?" I ask, butterflies rumbling in my stomach. We had already faced losing Mr. Davenport once. No one ever wanted to go through anything like it again.

"I don't know. Bree said she just got a text from Big D telling her to go to the hospital right away. Call her if you want." He holds out his phone and I take it and punch in the digits as quick as I can.

"Hello?" Bree's voice is soft and quiet, full of sadness.

"Hey, It's me."

"Adam?" No, Tasha…I think to myself. But I know that this isn't the time or place for jokes.

"Yeah, how are you doing?"

"I'm ok. Are you guys on your way?" She sounds so lost. So alone.

"Yeah, getting out of the hydroloop now…" We get out and walk over to the black self-driving car Mr. Davenport has already set up for us. We get inside and buckle our seat belts as quickly as possible. Leo plugs the destination into the GPS and the car starts to move.

"How long until you can get here." I look down at the GPS, then to my watch.

"A couple hours, I guess…"

Silence.

"Ok." Her voice breaks and I can tell she is crying. Her breaths are shallow and every few seconds she lets out a whimper.

"Bree, what's wrong?" I try to comfort my little sister over the phone. I hate hearing her cry. It's just in my protective instincts.

"Nothing, it's just...this just really sucks." She chuckles through the tears.

"I know the feeling…" I reply, trying to keep her laughing.

Another pause. This time longer. I start to wonder if she hung up before I hear her speak.

"Hey, Adam…"

"Yeah?"

"Can you stop by our apartment before you come here?"

"Why? Do you need something?"

"It's Chase." She says, bluntly. I start to worry, immediately. What's going on with Chase?

"What about Chase?" I ask concerned.

"He won't come to the hospital. Please talk to him...he...he won't listen to me. He made a mistake on the mission and he's beating himself up, you know Chase...but, I need him here. I'm so alone." She's crying again, almost choking to get all of the words out.

"Sure thing, Bree." I agree. She sounds very upset and although I don't know what's wrong with Chase, she's practically sobbing at this point and I need to calm her down. "Bree?"

"Yeah, Adam?"

"Take a deep breath. Everything will be ok. I may not know much, but I know that it will be alright. Douglas will be ok and Chase will be ok and everything will work out." She takes a deep breath and thanks me before she hangs up. Leo stares at me in astonishment at my wise words before settling into his seat and looking out the window. We sit through the rest of the trip in silence, wondering if everything really will be ok.

Bree POV:

Have you ever sat in a hospital waiting room? With the fear of the unknown creeping into your heart? Listening to the hustle and bustle of the doctors and nurses walking by. Sitting next to someone who looks like they're going to break any second. Being surrounded by tears and pale faces, and having to listen to the sobs and heavy breathing. The clean scent masking the secrets that lie within. It sucks the life right out of you. The overwhelming sense of despair is encompassing. It's not right. It's wrong. Very wrong. It's torture.

A young man, maybe twenty-five, sits alone in the corner, twirling a ring on his left hand, tears pouring down his face. Hoping that his wife isn't going to die. I hear a woman in the hallway, on her knees, sobbing. Screaming for her child. Wishing that everything could go back to the way it was before. A group of teenagers are sitting in a circle on the floor, holding hands, silently praying everything will be ok. That their friend isn't about to leave them. Skylar sits a few chairs away from me, curled up into a tight ball. Oliver is sitting next to her, trying to make small talk. She keeps her mouth closed, only offering him small nods in response. Kaz sits in the chair across from me, hands wrung together, feet bouncing impatiently. He's sick of waiting, we all are. I have already called Adam and Leo and they're on their way. Chase refused to come. No matter what I told him, he refused to listen. I didn't want to leave him alone, but I had no choice. I needed to be at the hospital. I pull my legs into my chest right before a little girl, probably about six years old, walks over and sits next to me, smiling.

"Hi, my name is Abbie." She says cheerfully, setting her backpack on the floor and opening the zipper. She pulls out a box of crayons and a coloring book. "Do you want to color with me?"

I want to say no. Say that I am waiting for my brothers to join me. Say that I need to be alone. Say that I am too busy waiting for news about my uncle, but she just gives me a look, and I don't have it in me to say no. I can see the dried tear tracks on her face, together with red and puffy eyes. Her hair is a tangled mess, and her clothes are wrinkled and worn. I can't refuse.

"Sure…" I say, somewhat reluctantly, as I straighten out my legs . She rips out a page with a princess on it for me and puts the crayons between us. Abbie picks out a blue crayon for her own paper and gets to work.

"What's your name?" She asks politely after a few minutes, returning the now dull blue crayon for the purple.

"I'm Bree." I respond, beginning to color the dress with a red crayon.

"Bree is a pretty name." Abbie says, looking up at me with a toothy grin. "It sounds like a princess." She looks back down at her picture, continuing to scrawl away. "Princess Bree…" She trails off.

"Thank you. I like it too. My dad picked it out." I say, amazed at how polite and friendly the small girl is.

"My daddy picked out my name too, when I was a little baby. He named me and my baby brother after his mommy and daddy. Abbie and Charlie. Well, really Abigail and Charles, but those names are boring." She says while continuing to color. She pauses. "But, I never get to see my daddy anymore. He lives in heaven now...Well, that's where my mommy says he is. I haven't got to see him for a long time, because I don't even know where heaven is. If I did, I'd go find him" She looks up from her picture, contemplating what to say next. "Wherever he is, I hope he has a pool. Daddy always wanted a pool." She doesn't seem upset at all, as she colors her princess's crown a bright yellow. I put down my crayon and look at her, with tears in my eyes. This little girl, so full of innocence, so precious, so young. To have to live with that at such a young age. How young is she? Five? Six? It hits me suddenly that I haven't seen an adult look after this girl since she sat down.

"Abbie, where is your mom?" I asked, concerned. She is much too young to be wandering about a hospital like this.

"She's with Charlie…"

"Who's Charlie?" I am getting very worried, now.

"My baby brother, remember? Me and mommy come to see him all the time." The reality hits me like a bullet.

"Abbie, does Charlie stay here? All the time?"

"Yeah, but not in this part of the hospital. He stays on the other side, in a bigger room that he gets all to himself." She finishes her drawing and rips it out of the book to show me. "Do you like it?" She asks, waiting for my response.

"It's beautiful..." She smiles and puts her coloring book back into her bag, along with the crayons. "How come you aren't with your brother, Abbie?" I ask, motherly and concerned. Tasha would be proud.

"Being in his room makes me sad. They sometimes don't let me hug and kiss him. I don't like that very much. And it's scary. He looks like a robot. Mommy says the machines help him but he always looks so tired and sick. I don't think that they help him at all." Her eyes start to well up with tears as she looks down at the floor. I look down at the small girl and make the decision to bring her back to her family. I'm sure they are looking for her.

"How about we go together then, so we won't be scared?" I say, giving Kaz a quick nod and standing up from my chair. "I'll protect you. I am a superhero, you know." She looks up at me, her bright smile plastered on her face once again.

"You are?" I nod, smiling. "That's so cool! Come on, Bree. Charlie's room is this way " She grabs her backpack from the floor, and then grabs my hand to pull me away into a different hallway. After a few minutes of walking, or running, we reach another waiting room where a woman is talking to a doctor, a panicked and worried look on her face.

"Where is she?"

"Ms. Keller she must've…"

"She couldn't have gone very far."

"But…"

"We have to go look for her…"

"Ms. Keller…"

Suddenly, Abbie lets go of my hand and runs to her mother. "Mommy!" She yells. Her mother snaps her head towards the voice, wipes away the tears from her eyes and returns her daughter's strong embrace.

"I was so worried...I couldn't find you. I thought someone took you."

"I was coloring with my friend and she told me that she was a superhero and that she would bring me back here."

"What friend, Abbie?" She asks, bewildered.

"Bree, silly…" She walks over to me and pulls me into the room to meet her mother. "Mommy, this is my new friend Bree. Bree this is my mommy."

"Hello, Bree." She says warmly, shaking my hand. "Thank you for bringing back my daughter." She seems very relieved, and takes a deep breath.

"Anytime." I reply. My phone goes off. It's Skylar.

Adam and Leo are here. They have Chase. Where are you?

Abbie and her mom are hugging again and I quietly make my way to the door. "I'm sorry but I really have to go." I whisper back. Suddenly I feel a tug at my waist and I look down to see Abbie hugging me tightly. Her mother is sitting in a chair smiling.

"Thank you for saving me." She whispers, handing me the picture she colored earlier. I crouch down to her and smile.

"Abbie," I start, "Promise me that you won't scare your mom like that again."

"I promise. And I promise not to be scared anymore."

"Good..." I pull her into one final hug, then stand up and straighten out my shirt. "I have to go see my family now, but I'll see you later, ok?"

"Bye, Bree!" She waves as I walk out of the room and find my way back to the ICU. When I return, I see Leo chatting with Kaz, Skylar and Oliver, and Adam attempting to talk with Chase in the doorway. Leo spots me right away and comes to give me a hug.

"Hey Bree, long time no see…" He says into my ear. I pull away and look back at him

"I'm sorry that's it's under these circumstances." I reply. Adam is now at my side, ready to hug me. I pull him in for a tight squeeze before we both pull away. I look back at my other brother. He's still standing alone in the doorway. Pale and unkempt.

"He agreed to come with me, but refused to talk to anyone or to go see Douglas. But, at least he's here, right?" Adam breathes out, noticing my hesitation, and I pull him into another hug. It's been too long since I've last seen my brother. We pull apart again and find some seats together to chat about what we've been doing. Something to get our minds off things.

After about a half-hour, Mr. Davenport walks into the waiting room, and motions for us to follow him back in. Skylar, Kaz and Oliver stay seated.

"We can wait," Skylar says softly, "Family first…" I look back to see Leo and Adam already walking in together. "Bree, go…" I give one last sad glance at Chase, who's now sitting on a bench outside, before I follow my brothers and father into the bright hallway. As the metal door closes behind me, I brace myself for what I am about to see.

A/N: I know it's not my best chapter but I feel like I needed to have this chapter to get on with the plot. It's very filler-y and I'm sorr,. But I just wanted to get it out there and done. I love all of your reviews and would love to know any ideas or thoughts you guys had about it. Keep on doing it! Thanks for reading chapter 3 and I really hope you liked it! :)