❛𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙈𝙚 ❜... 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Wakey wakey

Y/n's POV

You feel cold, stiff, and weak. Your eyes slowly start to open and you're sitting in a hospital room. You feel someone holding your (dominant) hand and sitting beside you along with Douglas and Mr. Davenport, Bree, Zoey, Dylan, Mason, Kaz, Oliver, and Skylar. "Y/n?" You hear a voice break, and initially you look to your hand, then your eyes travel up the arm and eventually see a crying Chase with the most relieved yet scared look on his face. You look down and see cast on your ankle and vaguely remember the cast being put on. "Why am I in a hospital room? Did I pass out?" You ask. "No, Y/n, the doctor needed to put you under anesthesia to do a few tests so they sent you into this room. Everything looks good, though, well, except for your ankle" Donald shrugs. Bree looks at him unamused. You're a bit confused but just go with it since you're still a little loopy. You look back at Chase and smile. "Hi, Chase." Chase sniffles and says hi back. "I'm so glad you're okay, Y/n," he wipes his eye and kisses your forehead. A doctor comes in the room with a clipboard. "Is she? Oh? She's awake. Y/n, you are free to go. Take care, guys," he waves to you all. "Well, we can go back home now. Uh, where are her crutches?" Douglas asks a bit annoyed. "Oh, right here, I didn't really feel like using my legs so I just kind of rested with these" Dylan does a half smile, almost like a smirk as she plants her other foot back down and loosens her grip on the crutches. "Give me those," Douglas snatches the crutches from Dylans hands. Dylan giggles a bit. Douglas hands them to Chase and everyone exits the room except for Chase. "Here you go, Y/n. I'll help you up if you need it" he says, and you nod with a slight smile. As you slowly rise up, Chase has his hands ready to support you. Once you stand up with the crutches, you nod and smile to him. "Thanks" you imply for him to back off a little bit, but politely. He takes the hint, nods, and smiles. "I wish I could put my arm around you" he giggles. "Wait till we get home, handsome," you giggle. "Come on" he points with his head towards the door. Everyone else has left the room so you two take the elevator downstairs and exit the building. "Wait, how are we going to get home, I can't use my super-speed?" You ask. "Mr. Davenports car" Chase responds. "Which one?" You ask sarcastically. He tries not to giggle. "The one that DIDN'T almost go into the Pacific Ocean." "Ahh" you laugh. "Still a Davenmobile, though," he says. "Oh, of course, can't be a Donald Davenport car if he doesn't name it after himself" you smile. "That man and his ego," you both laugh. "I'm glad you're okay, Y/n. I'm so sorry that Reese did this to you. How are you?" He asks. You shrug. "It hurts, but not as bad as before since I have the cast on" you smile. Chase shakes his head and looks you up and down. "Hey, Chase, it's not your fault. You were busy in mission command and there was nothing you could do to stop it" you try to tell him. "Yeah but, now you have a broken ankle because of fucking Reese" he shakes his head again. "But we got the list and I'm okay. That's all that matters, right?" You ask him. "Yeah, I guess" he finally agrees. "Good, now let's go home. Maybe we can watch a movie tonight" you offer. He smiles at you. "Oh, there they are" he points to the car. "Come on" he guides you the right way and helps you into the car.