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It was a typical Wednesday morning in the Seville household, however this particular Wednesday morning was important to the family for one particular reason.
There was only two more days until summer vacation.
Which meant freedom...no more lessons, no more homework...no more anything
Just three months of nothing but relaxation.
However there was one thing that needed to be taken care of first.
That morning Dave, Alvin and Theodore were sitting at the kitchen table and tucking into the breakfast Dave had just made for them.
''Two more days Theo! Two more days and we'll be free...I'm talking no school...no homework...no Miss Smith...BOOM! Summer bliss.'' Simon said.
''Yeah...no crowded hallways, no math books...we can sleep in every day.'' Theodore giggled.
''You can Theo...I myself have plans for this summer.'' Alvin said.
Dave raised an eyebrow.
''I shudder to think what those are.'' He remarked.
Before Alvin could reply there was the shuffle of tiny footsteps and the oldest of the chipmunks, Simon Seville wandered into the kitchen.
Simon looked completely wrecked to say the least...his pajamas were rumpled from sleeping in them for a long time, additionally his fur also looked slightly frazzled as though he'd tried to straighten it but gave up halfway through.
And his eyes...there were massive shadows under his eyes.
The same ones that had been there for a while now, but somehow (after almost full afternoon and night of sleep) didn't look any better than the night before...if anything they looked even clearer than they had before.
''Morning.'' Simon yawned as he sat down at the table, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
For probably the first time in his life Alvin didn't make a joke at Simon's expense...instead he quietly said a plate of cheesy scrambled eggs and toast (Simon's favourite breakfast) in front of him with a sympathetic smile that barely hid the clear worry on his face.
''Here you go Si...you look wrecked.'' Alvin frowned.
Simon let out an exhausted groan and buried his face in his elbows.
''I feel like a truck ran me over...reversed...then ran me over again.'' He groaned, rubbing his eyes, which felt as heavy as lead.
Dave flinched at that...Simon was prone to making snarky and/or sarcastic comments when tired or irritable...and he knew Simon wasn't exaggerating.
After all...two weeks of practically no sleep would do that to anyone.
Simon reached out to grab his fork and he'd barely picked it up when suddenly a sharp spike of pain shot through his hand.
''Ah....!'' He gasped, his fork dropping to his plate with a loud clatter as Simon clutched his hand to his chest.
''Ow...!'' He winced gritting his teeth in pain, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
''Simon...let me see your hand!'' Dave said urgently, getting to his feet and going over to Simon.
Still grimacing Simon held out his injured hand and Dave took it gently in his.
It didn't look broken...but it definitely looked bruised, and a little swollen too.
Dave remembered how the previous morning Simon had angrily slapped the hood of a (thankfully unmoving) car in the middle of the road...yeah, that would definitely need to be checked out.
''Simon...you're not going to school today.'' He said immediately.
Simon immediately looked at Dave with a look that could only be described as pure horror.
''What...no...I-I still have work to complete....there's only two more days until break....I just need...I just need some coffee...!'' Simon protested.
Dave immediately cut him off.
''Absolutely not Simon!'' Dave exclaimed.
''He's right Simon...You already look like you're about to pass out in your eggs.'' Alvin said sounding unusually firm.
''He's right Simon...you need sleep.'' Theodore said gently.
Dave spoke again.
''Lots of sleep...Simon you wouldn't make it through first period...nevermind an entire day...you need a break, and you need it now.'' Dave said firmly
Simon opened his mouth to protest then immediately...as much as he hated admitting it, he knew Dave and his brothers were right.
He was completely exhausted, his head throbbed, his hand ached so much holding a pen would be a struggle....amd just eating his eggs took effort.
"....okay." He sighed picking up his fork with his uninjured hand and began eating his eggs.
Dave smiled.
"Good, you eat as much of those as you can alright... I'm going to call the doctor and arrange a quick checkup." Dave said.
Simon nodded, already chewing away on a large mouthful of eggs.