I'm...Blue

Chase!

Adams POV

"CHASE!"

I am in absolute shock! Chase threw up...blood. Blood. Why blood! I don't even know what's going on!

"Mr. Davenport! Bree! Tasha! Leo! Somebody get over here!"

The second I yelled that, Mr. Davenport and Bree came rushing inside. And may I just say, they are not happy.

Mr. Davenports POV

I heard Adam yell things like,"Help! Chase!"

Though I am pretty sure that he's kidding. I mean. It's Adam. What do you expect. But then again it could be something bad. But a few seconds later, he yells again. And I can tell by his voice, that something is up.

I run upstairs as fast as I ever had to meet, Bree.

The moment I peeked in the bathroom door, I regret it.

Adams hands covered in blood, and blood coming out of an, unconscious Chase!

"Adam! What happened! Why is my youngest son laying on the floor!"

"I don't know! Mr. Davenport! I came in to see him vomit blood all over, and then blood leak out of his mouth!" After he answered, the tears were coming in.

"I'm calling an ambulance!" Bree super sped to call 911.

I kneeled down to my son, worried all over my face.
I took his hand tight.

"Stay with us Chase."

At the hospital waiting room
Bree's POV

We have been waiting for an hour! My phone is dead! Mr. Davenport is super worried! And Adam is mumbling to himself!

"Adam! What's wrong?!"

"Br-Bree. His blood was on me. My baby brothers blood is on me. How can I be okay?!"

"Geez you don't have to get snappy."

A few hours later

RIP. My boredom. The doctor FINALLY came!

I was about to ask what's wrong with Chase but our father beat us to it.

"What is wrong with my son?"

"Mr. Davenport, you're not going to like this. At all. So, all you know is Chase threw up blood. Well you see, we found out that Chase got in a really bad state of depression. It might seem that Depression is not a big deal, but it is. It could cause so many things. Eating disorder, heart disease, and brain tumor. Your son has a brain tumor that will kill him in a matter of 3 days if we don't do brain surgery. But there is a 78% chance he will survive. The brain is affecting his brain badly."

"Woah. Woah. You're telling me, my son may die in a few days if he doesn't have a brain surgery? How is the brain surgery going to go?"

"Well sir. We have to *cough* remove 51% of his brain. But the problem is that the place we will be cutting, is close to the personality and memory part of the brain."

I can't take it anymore!

"Okay, um, so you're telling us that if the surgery goes wrong either his personality might change. Or he loses his memory forever."

She nodded. "Sadly, yes."

"Will my son still be, normal. Well we've never been a normal family. But, we have never had health problems."

"There is a slight possibility, he will might become special needs."

I gasp in shock. My baby brother might end up being, disabled?