Loving a Bionic (Lab Rats fanfic/Sequel to Bionic Feelings)

Pick on the cripple

Adam came out of the coma a couple hours ago, but he was in so much pain, they put him back in one. He broke his femur in two places, as well as 2 cracked ribs. Chase landed on Adam, so he was injured less.

Chase came out of the medicine fog pretty quickly, and when Leo showed him what he was like, he tried banging his head against the wall. Thing was, he couldn't stand with his ankle.

"Mel?"

"You mean Mellie Fish?" I snort.

"Haha, verrrrry funny. Pick on the cripple." Chase rolls his eyes. "Could you go get me some food?"

"They brought you food." I point to the untouched tray next to him. Chase picks up his apple. "This is squishy." He picks up his milk. "This is chocolate. Chocolate. What, do they think I'm five?"

"I like chocolate milk." Leo says.

"My point exactly. Let me continue." He picks up his sandwich. "This bread is drier than the Atacama Desert. AKA, the driest place on Earth." He drops it, and then picks up his cookie. It's an Oreo. "Now this...this..." He shoves it in his mouth. "Noffing is wrong wif dis. It's an Oreo." He says with a mouthful of Oreo.

"So what do you want me to get you?"

"I don't know... I was kind of thinking Taco Bell?" Chase says, with a hopeful smile. Why the hopeful smile?

"Chase, Taco Bell is all the way on the other side of town!"

"Do it because I'm cute. And injured. And 'cause I called you Mellie Fish."

"Okay, fine." I roll my eyes and give him a quick kiss. He stuffs some money in my hands. "Nooo, Chase. My treat."

"Mel-"

"No, Chase. I got this." I give him a smile.

"Don't you want to know my order?"

"I know your order by heart. 2 chicken soft tacos with the chips and guac."

"And yours is Beefy Fritos Burrito with cinnamon twists." He laughs.

"And you both like the Baja Blasts. Yeah yeah, just get the food already! I'll take a Quesarito while you're at it." Leo says.

"I'll come with you, Mellie. It's so boring here." Bree says. "And then I can make sure we get some of 'em Cinnabon Delight thingies."

Me and Bree head outside to where my car is parked.

"He's so demanding. I don't know why you stay with him." Bree says, meaning Chase.

"He is not demanding, and you're only saying that because I'm your best friend and he's your brother."

"True." Bree says, watching out the window. "Are we doing drive-thru?"

"Probably."

She sighs. "I can't wait for this hospital stay to be over. I'm so sick of hospitals!"

"Pun intended?" I ask.

"What pun?" Bree stares at me.

"You said, quote, 'I'm so sick of hospitals.' end quote."

"Oh, Mellie. Get over yourself." She laughs. "So, what are you studying at ASU?"

"Umm.." I flip on the turn signal and turn into Taco Bell's parking lot. "Computery stuff."

"What kind?"

"Computer engineering."

"Whoa. So, how much moola ya gonna be making?"

"What?"

"Moola. Mon-ey. How much?"

"Bree, the money doesn't matter! It's that you enjoy your job!"

"Someone should tell that to Mr. Davenport." She snorts. I laugh too, because it's true. "But for serious. How much money?"

"Median pay is like a hundred thousand US dollars a year."

"Whoa, median pay?" Bree raises her eyebrows. "Isn't that like your middle salary?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. Go Mellie."

"I could be going for fashion design." I say. Bree shoots me a look.

"Hey, I've got a secure job the rest of my life, so I might as well make college fun. I could be going for business like Adam."

"Adam? Business? Chase told me Adam was just taking basics now and hadn't decided yet!"

"Well, he's going into business. Already plans are in the works for 'Adam's Lemonade Stand', where they just sell water because any time Adam squeezes a lemon, he gets the juice in his eye."

"Oh my God." I laugh.

"Welcome to Taco Bell. What's your order today?" The monotone voice rings from the drive-thru.

I tell the person our order, we get our food, and then we drive back to the hospital. That' s when a car pulls out in the car in front of us and get's t-boned in the middle of the intersection. I push the brake to the floor and tell Bree to hang on.

I shouldn't have written about Taco Bell when I was hungry. Because now I'm starting to get hangry*.

*Hangry, adj: being hungry and being angry because you are so hungry and don't have food.

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