Chase's POV

I walked down stairs where Douglas and my 'dad' was sitting in the living room watching the new. It was now it was pouring rain out side and thundering too. My siblings where in the lab playing games. I head to the couch and sat down in between them both.

''Hey Chase you're up late. Are you feeling aright?'' My Dad asked. I shook my head.

''What's wrong?'' Asked Douglas.

''I don't feel to well.'' I replied. They to looked at each other with there head still aiming at me. Douglas laid a hand on my forehead and Davenport did the same when Douglas pulled away.

''He's a little warm, Don.'' Douglas said. looking at him with worry. Dad sighed with that look in his eyes when he worried.

''I'll go get the thermometer.'' He said jumping up and head the kitchen. Douglas sighed and laid me down. Davenport came back with a thermometer in his hand and a wash cloth in the other.

''Here you go buddy.'' He said putting it on my forehead. and the thermometer under my tong. I rest my eyes until it beeped. I opened my eyes as Douglas pulled it out and looked at it.

''It's 101.1.'' Douglas announced. Davenport looked at me with worry in his eyes. I sighed closing my eyes throwing back my spit.

''Hey it's okay Chase.'' Dad soothed. I opened my eyes looking at him and Douglas. They both looked at me.

''Are you hurting?'' Asked Davenport. ''I nodded.

''What?'' Douglas asked.

''H'my stomach.'' They both sighed.

''Okay buddy. you get some rest.'' Davenport said. Patting my leg. I nodded, closing my eyes. They both kissed my forehead. Than left.

Later on he day while it was still pouring rain. The others walked in the kitchen. Douglas and Mr. Davenport came towards me with a heating pad and set it on my stomach.

''Thanks.'' I croaked.

''No problem.'' Douglas said. ''How do you feel?'' Dad asked.

''Not that great.'' I replied. They sighed.

''I feel awful.'' I complained.

''I know.'' Douglas soothed. I sighed. clutching my stomach.

''Chase, can I ask you a question?'' My dad asked. I nodded.

''Are you feeling nauseous at all?'' He asked. ''A little.'' They both sighed looking at each other.

''Okay buddy, go back to sleep.'' Dad said. I nodded and drifted off to sleep.

Donalds POV.

Douglas and I walked in the kitchen where the others are. I sighed walking towards the sink to wash my hands. ''What are we gonna do?'' Douglas asked. ''I don't know.''

''What?'' Leo Asked Walking up to us. I looked at Chase and back at Leo. ''Chase is sick.'' I replied. ''He's what?'' Adam and Bree said. Getting up. ''Is he okay?'' Bree asked looking at Chase and back at me. ''I don't know.''

''But I do want to keep an eye on him.'' Douglas said. I nodded.

''Yeah.'' I agreed. Tasha walked through the door and hung her coat up. She walked towards us.

''Hey Tasha.'' I said. Walking next to her. ''Oh hey sweetie.'' She replied.

''What's going?'' She asked. ''Chase is sick.'' I answered.

''What no.'' She said. ''Yeah.'' Douglas said. She sighed.

''Okay well. Does he have a fever?'' She asked. I nodded. She sighed. ''Alright. I'll cook supper, we're having Tacos tonight. Adam gasped.

''Oooooh Tacos!''

''Shhhh. Adam.'' I said. ''Oh sorry.''

Later after we got done eating. I helped Tasha and Douglas cleaned up. I heard Chase whine so I put everything down where they belong and head over to Chase. I felt his forehead and I stroked his hair. ''Shh It's okay Chase.'' I soothed. Douglas and Tasha came over to me. ''How is he?'' Asked Tasha. ''Well. His fevers gotten a little worse.'' I replied. They all sighed.

''Let's just get the kitchen cleaned up and we'll see if he okay in the morning.'' I said. They nodded. I hopped up and helped cleaned up.

Hey Guys, I know I already wrote a LAB RATS sickness story. But the other one kind of turned out to be, well. you know, So I wrote this one and I hope you guys like it so. enjoy it.