Unwell

Chapter 2.

Chapter 2.
Adam's POV.
Leo was at some sort of comic book convention, Bree was hanging out with Caitlin at the mall, Mr. Davenport had pretty much locked himself in the lab so he could work on a cure for Chase and Tasha was on a news assignment. So it was like I was the only one home with Chase. I wanted to play video games, but they weren't fun without Leo or Chase or both. I heard Chase yell what sorta sounded like my name. I ran upstairs and saw the poor kid throwing up again. And let's just say, Mr. Davenport now needs someone to clean the carpet. I grabbed the garbage can and handed it to him as he continued to vomit. As he finished up, I helped him lay back down and get comfy.
"Mr. Davenport is gonna kill me." Chase groaned.
"Hey, that wasn't your fault, I don't think you were trying to throw up on his carpet, were you? I seriously don't know cause I can't read minds." I said seriously.
"No! No I was not!" Chase yelled in a horse voice.
"Chill out dude." I said.
Then I heard Davenport come in the room with a small bottle and a dose cup, he poured a small amount of the stuff into it.
"Hey Chase. I think I made a cure. Not a instant cure, but it should definitely speed up your recovery. Can you take this for me?" He asked treating him like a three year old.
I had to keep myself from laughing and making mean jokes at Chase while Mr. Davenport was treating him like that. I slowly helped him sit up and Mr. Davenport handed him the dose cup. He swallowed the stuff in the cup and laid back down. Then Mr. Davenport saw the puke on his carpet.
"Really?!" Mr. Davenport yelled.
"I'm sorry Mr. Davenport!" Chase yelled on the verge of tears.
Man, this sickness was messing him up. Mr. Davenport rubbed his eyes and told him that it was ok. Then he grabbed the cleaning supplies so he could get it off the carpet before it had dried, and sadly, I had to help him. After we finished cleaning up, we turned on the big monster truck rally. Ten minutes in and we heard Chase hurling again.
"I don't think your cure worked." I stated as we ran upstairs to comfort Chase again.
Chase made it into the garbage can this time, but now it was on his clothes.
"Adam, go get some more PJ's for your brother." Mr. Davenport told me as he rubbed Chase's back.
I went down to the lab to grab some PJ's, but I couldn't find them anywhere. I finally grabbed a dummy, put it in Chase's capsule, programmed the capsule to pajamas and watched in amazement as the dummy was dressed in Chase's PJ's. I took them off the dummy and ran back upstairs to give them to Mr. Davenport. He told me to leave as he helped Chase put them on. I left the room and went back downstairs to keep watching the monster truck rally. After Mr. Davenport came back and washed his hands, he told me that he was gonna work on a new cure.
After he went down to the lab, Tasha came home from her news assignment.
"Hey Tasha." I said as my eyes were pretty much glued to the screen.
"Is Chase any better?" Tasha asked.
"No. Mr. Davenport's cure just made him throw up again and it was bad. It got on the carpet and Chase's clothes." I laughed as I continued watching the rally.
"Adam, your brother is suffering, that is not funny." Tasha explained as she went up the stairs.
"I thought it was funny." I muttered as I continued watching TV.
Tasha's POV.
(A/N, first time I have done her POV. Let's hope it is good!)
I went upstairs to check on Chase after Adam said all that mean stuff about him. I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A very horse voice asked.
Chase sounded terrible and a little upset, it almost sounded like he was crying.
"It's Tasha. Can I come in?" I asked.
"Sure." Chase said.
I opened the door and saw Chase laying flat on his back. He was shivering like crazy, his face was really pale and tears were coming out of his eyes.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" I asked as I stroked his hair.
"I feel terrible. I'm thirsty, I can't go a whole day without vomiting and I can't stop shivering." Chase explained as he sat up.
I gave that poor kid a hug and he hugged me back.
"Chase. It is probably better if you lay down instead of sit up." I explained.
I helped him lay down and get comfy.
"I'll check on you later sweetie." I said as I kissed his forehead.
I stormed downstairs to find Donald on his computer.
"Donald!" I yelled.
"Yes dear?" Donald asked nervously.
"Why did you give Chase your stupid cure?! I think it only made him worse!" I yelled.
"I was trying to help him! I didn't know it was gonna make him even worse!" Donald yelled.
"The next time you make a cure, test it out first!" I yelled as I stormed back upstairs.
I went upstairs with the thermometer and a small amount of water.
"Chase? I need to take your temperature. I also brought you some water." I said.
Chase sat up and I stuck the thermometer in his mouth. After it beeped, I pulled it out. 103.1
"Well, your temperature has gone down the slightest bit." I smiled as I handed him the cup.
"Yay." He weekly cheered as he drank some of the water and put the remaining amount on the nightstand.
"Get some rest sweetheart. Maybe later I can make you some soup." I said as I ran my hand threw his hair.
He quickly fell asleep and I went downstairs to change out of my reporter outfit.