*There are many references to the episode, "The Tyrant" so if you didn't see it... SPOILER ALERT! Read and review.
It had been years since the "Dibala Case" and for the most part, Chase had moved on. Still, anytime a patient died he would have a brief nightmare of blood spurting out of the tyrant's mouth and he would lay awake the rest of the night. But still, he'd moved on... hadn't he?
But that wasn't important now, what was was that his patient was dying on the operating table. Their heart had stopped and Chase had called for the defibrillator and was charging the plates as quickly as he could finally shouting,
"Clear."
Before pressing them to the patient's chest. He couldn't let them die, he couldn't let them die... Not again... not when he knew it was his fault...
"Clear!"
A patient had never died in surgery because of a mishap on his part and that wasn't going to happen now.
"CLEAR!"
"Chase...?" Foreman sounded concerned.
"CLEAR!"
"CHASE."
"CLEAR, GODDAMMNIT!"
He was charging up the plates for his sixth try but Foreman protested.
"Chase! There's nothing you can do! He's gone."
Chase ignored this and turned back to the patient with the paddles ready. Blood was seeping out of their mouth in a dark, taunting way. It seeped down and pooled in the indent in their neck. Chase pressed the patient's chest with the paddles, almost absently as he stared at the blood and went into full panic mode.
He was no longer seeing the current patient, it was Dibala and he was dead. The flatline screeching and causing an unpleasant pulsing in his temple. He felt a sick, tightening feeling in his throat like he was being choked.
"CHASE!"
He was snapped back to reality and set the paddles down and without looking at anyone he walked out of the room.
He had removed his gloves, mask, etc. and knowing no where else to go, he entered the men's bathroom. He was shaking, his breathing was so rapid he didn't think he actually was breathing. He grabbed ahold of the sides of the sink and looked up into the mirror. He was shockingly pale and trembling alot harder than he'd thought.
Panic attack.
He checked his pulse and felt his heart's too-fast beating. He tried to control his breathing because he was starting to feel lightheaded. But he couldn't... his breathing quickened... and the more desperate he became to breathe the faster it got. He tried to grab tighter onto the sink to keep from falling...
"Chase?"
The door opened and Foreman entered just as Chase's knees gave way and he fell sideways to the tile floor.