Different Horizons-A Paw Patrol Story

Chapter Thirty-Five

Bruce and Chase waited in Bruce's Camaro until the soldiers stopped looking for them. Bruce parked his car in an empty parking lot. "Here's good for now," Bruce said. He looked at Chase and smiled. "Luckily, I found you when I did."

"Yeah," Chase muttered. He fixed himself better on the seat, making him wince in pain.

"You okay, Chase?" Bruce asked.

"It's just my shoulder," Chase replied. "I think Marshall should give it a check-up."

"Mind if I see," Bruce asked. He reached over and felt Chase's shoulders. It caused Chase pain, but he swallowed it down. "Well, it's not broken. You probably just dislocated it. Just need to pop it back in place."

"How are we . . ." Chase got cut off when Bruce grabbed Chase's shoulder with one, his arm with the other, and pulled the arm until they heard a pop. Chase let out a yelp as his arm relocated into its original spot.

"Sorry, but your muscles couldn't be tensed, so I had to do it quickly," Bruce apologized. "But how does it feel?"

Chase moved his arm around. "Still stings a bit, but it's better."

"The pain should disappear soon," Bruce said. Chase was looking out the window, lost in his thoughts. "Chase, are you still with me?"

"Huh?" Chase asked. "Oh, uh, yeah. I have some things on my mind, that's all."

"I can see that," Bruce admitted. "Look, I don't like to talk to someone about my feelings, and I'm guessing that you don't either, but something's bothering you. If I were you, I would try to figure it out before it eats away at you." Chase thought about what Bruce said in silence. Bruce looked down at his watch. "The coast should be clear now," he said. Bruce started the engine and made his way to the safehouse.

When they got there, Bruce and Chase said goodnight to each other and parted ways. Chase went into his room to change out of his uniform. He wore an unbuttoned dark blue flannel, a light gray shirt, and jeans.

Chase walked out of his room and went to the med bay. When Chase got there, Marshall was by Rubble's side. "Oh, hey, Chase," Marshall said.

"Hey, Marshall," Chase said. "You're still here with Rubble, I see."

Marshall looked at Rubble and took a deep breath. "Yeah, well, I couldn't get much sleep. Hell, none of us could. I decided to come down here and stick with Rubble."

At that moment, Rubble started to move. Chase and Marshall got closer as Rubble opened his eyes. He turned to his right and looked at the first person he saw, which happened to be Chase. "Chase," Rubble said. He turned to his left and saw Marshall. "And Marshall, too?" Rubble tried to sit up, but Marshall didn't let him.

"Easy, Rubble," Marshall said. He looked at Chase. "I'm going to go find the nurse." Marshall walked off, leaving

"Rubble," Chase said. "How do you feel?"

"A little light-headed, but good." Rubble tried to get up but yelped in pain as he fell back. "My leg."

"You broke your leg," Chase told him. "You need to take it easy, okay?" Rubble nodded. "What do you remember from the event?"

Rubble thought about it. "I remember trying to get Ryder out of the cage, Rocky trying to press the button, but everything went dark."

"I'm sorry, Rubble. I tried to lead the team as best I could. I didn't mean for you or anyone else to get hurt."

"It's okay, Chase," Rubble replied. "I don't blame you. You gave it your best. But that's not what I meant when I asked if everyone was okay."

Chase looked at him. "It's not?"