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Capítulo XXXVI- Waffles a las cuatro de la mañana
The bionic humans hadn't gotten a wink of sleep since Mr. Davenport was sent to the hospital and Patience hadn't gone home since. She had asked Douglas if he could hook up Mr. Davenport with bionics like her to help him regenerate, but he said Patience was lucky enough to have him crack it. The chip was made specifically for her and to make another one could take a while because compared to Mr. Davenport, she only had broken legs and was a teenage girl and not a grown man.
Patience called her father and told him what happened. Of course, it took a while to get to the point considering Dante's constant questions if she was okay. She told him that everyone including herself was okay except for Mr. Davenport.
Dante had already gotten off work and drove to the Davenport-Dooley mansion. He stayed there with Patience the whole night. He did manage to sleep from the exhaustion from work, but the bionic teens had stayed up through most of the night. When Dante woke up in the guest room he got ready for work before heading to the kitchen.
Patience's stomach grumbled entering the great room. "Good morning, Dad."
Dante looked up from the electric stove to his daughter, "Good morning, Pat." He narrowed his eyes at her red eyes and purple circles underneath them. "Have you gotten any sleep?"
"No," she frowned. "None of us have. We were too worried about Mr. Davenport. Adam even picked up a book. Though, it didn't take long. He dropped it 10 minutes later." She tilted her head, "Have you talked to Tasha?"
Dante had called Tasha and as much as she assured him Donald was going to be okay, she couldn't convince him. He wasn't in a good condition. "Yes, she said the doctors are doing everything they can."
"That doesn't sound like good news."
"She didn't specify. I called her last night."
Patience's tiredness increased the emotion in her. She couldn't control her emotions like she usually could, just the thought of sucking it up made the knot at the back of her throat tighter. Dante put the stovetop on low and turned away. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around an overwhelmed Patience.
The tears she failed to hold in were released. She tightly held her father and he smoothly ran his hand on top of her head over and over to try to calm her down. "It's okay," Dante whispered. "It's okay."
"But-" she took a breath to form her words, "I could've stopped him. I had him."
