Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots and Imagines - Book 2

Everything Will Be Okay (Chase Brody)

You stared at Chase's bright blue eyes as they roamed around the room, taking in the empty silence and the white walls and pale yellow fluorescent lights.  A thin, baby blue curtain hanging from plastic hooks divided Chase and another patient, who was muttering something in his sleep.  The room smelled of chemicals, old medicine, and cleaning supplies.  A few rooms away were the waiting room, and you could see that it was almost empty, which surprised you but not by much.  The whole place looked sickly, like a disease just starting to take hold of its victim.

"Why are we here?" he asked quietly.

"You need help, Chase.  Remember?" you asked.  His sombre gaze turned to you, and he closed his eyes, giving the slightest shake of the head. "Chase, you had a seizure.  We need to make sure everything's okay."

"Me?  Why would I have a seizure?" he asked in his low voice.  You just shook your head, unsure of the answer to that question.  His eyebrows furrowed in concern, both to himself and you, but he turned to face forward nonetheless.  The two of you were silent once more as you waited for the nurse to come.

"What happened?" he asked eventually.

"You don't remember?" you asked in return.  His silence told you everything, so you took a deep breath, sat back in the rickety chair, and recounted what had happened just a few hours ago.

"I don't want you laying another one of your dirty fingers on him ever again, robot!  You hear me?  Or I'll rewire you to drown yourself!" Chase yelled, getting angry at Googleplier for slapping Robbie.  The zombie himself wasn't that angry but obviously hurt, the sadness evident in his glassy eyes as he rubbed his cheek, the place where he got slapped.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that.  Would you like me to search for, 'Go shove your mediocre threats up your ass', instead?" Google replied coldly.  Chase growled, but you held him back before he could pummel the cyborg into pieces.

"Guys, enough.  Google, apologize to Robbie this instant," you snapped at the blue-shirted robot.  He glared at you, but he turned to the undead creature anyway.

"I apologize for my actions, Robbie," he muttered like a spoiled child.  Robbie grinned once more as the robot apologized, seemingly unfazed by the sarcasm of the search engine.

"Piece of scrap metal," Chase huffed.

"Robbie forgives Google," the zombie just said slowly and looked out the window. "Pretty butterfly!" He shuffled out the door, chasing a yellow-winged insect past the window with a look of glee on his face, the events of what happened just a few minutes before now forgotten.  You sighed and shook your head, smiling ever so slightly at the naive and child-like ego.  But then you frowned and turned to the robot.

"You need to learn how to treat people with respect, Google," you reprimanded. "Just because you don't have emotions doesn't mean that the people around you don't either!" Chase was about to say something, but you rounded on him as well. "And you, Chase Brody!"

"Me?!  What did I do?" he asked indignantly.  Google just shook his head and left the room, muttering about his secondary objective needing to be activated again.

"I know you guys don't all get along most days, but one day, you'll need to depend on each other.  And I need to know that you guys will have each other's backs when I'm all gone and dead."

"Don't say that," your boyfriend scowled, turning his gaze to the ground.

"And why not?" you asked with a scowl. "We both know I'm mortal, Chase.  There's no use hiding it just because I'm your friend.  You're an ego, you're... whatever you are."

He just scoffed and shook his head, rolling his ebony eyes. "I don't want to hear this right now, (Y/N)," he muttered.

"Just because you refuse to see it doesn't mean it won't happen," you chided.  He sighed, fixing his hat, which was a bit crooked.  He looked distraught.

"I just don't want to lose you as well as Stacy," he muttered, making you feel bad.

"Don't think of that right now, Chase.  I'll be here until I can't," you told him, making him nod.

"I know, I know." He looked away, rubbing his eyes. "It's stupid, I know."

"It's really not, Chase," you whispered, hugging him. "It's okay to hurt." He hugged back, his fingers running through your hair as the two of you became quiet.  After a few minutes, he let go, smiling sadly.

"This is dumb, fighting like this," you said.

"It is.  Let's not do it, then," he chuckled, pecking your nose.  You giggled at the loving touch and kissed back, then stepped away.

"I have to go to work.  I have this big presentation today, so I have to get ready," you told him.

"Good luck, love.  I'll... well, I'll be here," he said and went into the kitchen.  You turned away when you heard quiet talking.

"I'd watch yourself when speaking to me, Chase Brody," Google growled.

"Look, Google.  I don't want to fight you anymore.  Let's just forgive and forget, alright?"

"I am an advanced android with an enhanced memory chip capable of remembering up to one hundred years prior to the present, counting by the second.  I cannot, as you say, 'forgive and forget', even if I wanted to," the robot growled, and you heard an odd cracking noise, then a cry of pain.  You ran into the kitchen and saw Chase on the ground, convulsing and writhing, spit flying out of his mouth with his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.  You screamed in shock, stepping back and staring at Google.  His eyes were wide.

"Scans show that Chase is having a seizure.  Cause of seizure is sudden head trauma," he muttered to himself, searching his databases.

"What are you doing, Google!  Call an ambulance!" you shrieked, going over and putting your jacket under Chase so he would stop hitting his head on the kitchen tiles.  You heard Google in the background, muttering information to a dispatcher while you screamed for Chase to be okay.

"Chase, stay with me.  Everything's going to be okay," you whispered as his limbs flew everywhere, hitting you and the objects around him.

"How long... ago was that?" Chase asked as you finished recounting what had happened.

"A few hours ago," you told him quietly.  After a minute of silence, you grabbed his hand.  His fingertips were cold and trembling, as were yours. "No more fights with Google, eh?  Or anyone.  Promise me."

"I promise, (Y/N).  Sorry for scaring you," he smiled weakly, his bottom lip trembling.

"You should be." With a shaky smile, you brought him into your arms, sobbing weakly.  Chase just ran his fingers through your hair, shushing you gently.

"It's okay, love.  I'm okay.  I'm okay," he whispered. "Nothing's wrong."

"I just don't want this to happen again.  You might not wake up next time," you hiccupped, staring up at his ocean eyes, sparkling as if the sun was shining directly on them like diamonds.

"I won't fight anyone ever again.  I promise," he smiled. "I swear on my love to you."

"Good.  You'd better not," you sniffled, burying your face into his shoulder, masking the scent of medicine and bleach with his own scent of faded cologne and lavender.

You knew everything will be okay.

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Word count: 1246

I needed something out and a little bit of stress is gone, so here you go.