Elementally Bionic [SLOW UPDATES!!!]

The Left Lung

I'm giving you some sickfic drabbles.

Chase

Chase was always sick, it felt like. Davenport said it was because his enhanced senses made him "more susceptible" to bacteria in the air. Davenport got head colds with the seasons changing, but Chase got sick because of it.

Bree didn't like it. Chase had coughs that shook his whole body and it took a full week for his fevers to break and a couple months following his age changing, he got throw up sick.

This was one of those times. Wrapped as many blankets as Willow could find, the six year old sat on the floor next to a bucket that slowly filled with vomit.

"Hey buddy, how are you feeling?" Mr. Davenport asked, softly. When Chase was sick, he easily got overstimulated. "I brought you some orange juice." Setting the cup down next to them, Davenport reached up and gently touched Chase's forehead, frown lines appearing as he did so.

"M' icky." Chase responded in a rasped voice.

"I know bud, think you can stomach some food?" Chase wanted to say no, tell Mr. Davenport his stomach revolted at the thought, but the bionic chip in his neck supplied the information that he needed it. Chase gave a meek nod. Davenport do patted his head and walked back over to the elevator. Adam stumbled over to Chase and shoved a piece of paper in his face.

"Adam stop." Chase whined pushing the paper away.

"I made you a get well soon card!" Adam said excitedly and a little too loudly for Chase's liking. Chase opened his mouth to tell Adam where he can take his card but the excited face in front of him made him change his mind. Besides, this is better than Adam throwing him.  "See, that's you, and your tiny body, and then Wills and Breezy and me, protecting all of you." Adam explained pointing to each glittery stick figure, the word 'feel betther Chasuh' scrawled out in crayons was on the front. "I even sounded out the words to spell them just like you taught me!" Chase gave Adam a small smile and gently took the card.

"I love it, thank you." The lab lights turned off suddenly and then came back on dimly, and now just behind Adam stood a crude puppet show theatre made out of a card board box. Chase shuddered to think about how long it was going to take him to clean up all the glitter.

"Because you don't feel well," Bree began stepping out from behind the box, "Willow and I are giving you a show."

"I wanna help!" Adam shouted loudly, causing Chase to flinch.

"Adam!" Willow scolded, popping her head out from the opening of the theatre, "quite he's sensitive." Adam gave Chase a quick hug with a whispered 'sorry chasey' before joining the girls behind the box.

The puppet show consisted of sock doused in glitter and marketed on faces. It couldn't have lasted more than twenty minutes with Bree's puppet, a captured princess, and Adam's puppet, he shinning knight, beating Willow's puppet, a fairy witch who kidnapped Bree's princess. It ended with the knight giving the witch a fatal bite and running off with the princess. Chase, who was emotional due to being sick, felt himself begin to tear up at their attempt to make him feel better. Willow noticed and ran to give him a hug.

"Don't cry Chase, I'm not dead! See!" Chase returned the hug and responded "and I'm grateful for that." Bree scrunched her nose and sat down next to the duo, taking some blanket and leaning against Chase. "What's grateful mean?"