* Kind of an AU because I don't think the real Chase ever had any kind of fear of blood so, don't get all sassy about it. Anyways... READ AND REVIEW!


Robert Chase decided to attend medical school for several reasons.

One being he'd always been fascinated with surgery. It was just interesting to him. But it was also because he liked to help people. He'd always felt helpful, important when he tended to his alcoholic mother, but above all things, it was to please he unsatisfiable father.

But there was one other reason. To get over his fear of blood.

He couldn't stand it. When he was fifteen and had found his mother had drunkenly gotten cut by a broken beer bottle, there was alot of blood. Alot. It'd been the first time he'd seen that much blood. He took one step foward to assist her in wrapping it and fainted.

He had to get over this fear, so dealing with it on a daily basis seemed like the way to go about doing that.

However, he hadn't realized how embarassing it'd be.

It was the first time his class would be observing a surgery. Meaning: alot of blood.

He'd seen diagrams, and pictures in class for weeks and had several times gotten so light headed just looking at pictures that he had to look away. But now it was the real deal. An actual person being cut up and opened for examination.

He swallowed deeply as the surgeon took out the scalpel and pressed it gently to the skin. He even flinched when the cut was made. And then... Blood. Beads of blood collecting at the bottom of the cut, slowly dripping and forming one large drop. Chase suddenly felt extremely dizzy and averted his eyes so that he was staring over the surgeon's head.

When he felt he could look back down- The patient's chest was open. Beating heart out in the open for everyone to see. So. Much. Blood.

Chase tried desperately to cling onto his consciousness, but it was slipping away until-

His knees buckled and his head hit the floor.


He woke up half an hour later on a hospital bed. Strange.

And his head hurt like a bitch, he had no idea what had happened.

He looked around, his vision a little blurry at first, and found a doctor, standing by the door with a clipboard.

"Um... Excuse me?" He said in his adorable Austrailian accent, "What er... happened?"

The doctor looked up and then back down at his chart absently, "You got a concussion when you hit your head on the floor."

Chase groaned and fell back against the pillow.

Mission: Get over fear of blood. FAILED.


Four days later he was back in the operating room. Observing another surgery, he had to look away several times but managed to remain conscious. Until he got home at which point he kept replaying the making of that incision over and over again in his head until he fainted.

It took time, weeks, with much discouragement from his professors, but Chase got passed it to the point that blood was just a bodily fluid, and nothing to pass out over.

And he became the best damned surgeon at Princeton-Plainsboro.