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This one shot takes place after episode 8x11, 'Nobody's fault'

''What fun would that be?''

Chase looked at House in shock, maybe even disgust: ''None of this is fun, House.''

But what else could he have expected from House? Mad he tried to keep walking and the therapist paced towards him. It hurt but he wasn't going to show House.

''They decided that your being stabbed… was nobody's fault. They're wrong. I'm sorry.''

Chase looked House in the eyes, not knowing what to do. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes away, looking after from him.

''Anything else? I'm kind of busy.''

''No. That was it.''

Relieved Chase listened as House left as he assured the therapist he got it.

As the door of the door closed Chase gritted his teeth again as he tried to make another step, but it hurt too bad and the therapist helped him back in the wheelchair. His heart started racing again and he laid his head in his hands, wiping the sweat away and he wasn't sure if there were some tears coming with the sweat as well.

Looking down at his legs he realized he couldn't blame House. He couldn't blame anybody, or maybe everyone was to blame. He could blame himself for bringing the scalpel into the patients the room, the patient for stabbing him and House for distracting him but he knew it always in the circle that nobody was to blame.

''Should I bring you back to your room?''

Chase tried to respond but his heart kept racing and he was grasping for air. He knew it wasn't anything bad, that he was just painting because his body couldn't take the exercising but it made him hopeless.

''Yeah, please.'' He finally managed to say. As the therapist brought him back to his room and helped him back is bed he felt even more embarrassed, is this what his patients had felt every time? How many time he had seen patients getting hooked back on the IVs and catheter? Many times but only now he could imagine what it felt like. As she left his room again he looked through the windows, at the movement in the hallways. How many times he had seen patients looking at him as he came walking through those hallways? Nearly every day, only now he realized it was because they were bored and afraid.

He knew he shouldn't feel scared as he knew he had a big chance he was going to walk again, but it still frightened him, being in the bed. The worst was that his coworkers had been avoiding him. For the past few hours, they looked away as they were passing his room. The only brave enough to step inside had been Park, to tell him she wasn't avoiding him, only to get red int he face and run out again. He could understand it though, he probably would have felt the same if it had been one of them. But it was lonely. Even though it had just been two days he was bored.

His chest kept hurting and he wished he could get some more morphine. Turning his head away from the hallway and lowering the bed he tried to catch some sleep, even if it was to kill some time. Carefully he rubbed with his hand over chest, but it didn't relieve the pain and he turned his head as somebody entered his room.

''I am not asleep!'' Chase said before Wilson walked out again.

''I am sorry if I woke you up.'' Wilson turned around, already feeling guilty for what he had to say. But he couldn't anything else. The two needed each other, even if they didn't realize it. He could understand how Chase was feeling, but he had to try.

''Like I said, I wasn't asleep.''

''Nobody visited you yet?'' Wilson said, worried.

''No, but you don't have to be here out of pity.'' Chase mumbled as Wilson sat down.

''I don't pity you, I am just trying to escape from House. He keeps asking me what he should do to make up with you.''

''He should come here himself.''

''You rejected him.''

Chase shook his head. ''If you are here to lecture me please just go.''

''I am not here to lecture you. But you know House, he said sorry and after that, there is nothing. You can either forgive him or make him miserable.''

''Make him miserable? He is not immobile and in a lot of pain.''

''Oh, isn't he?''

Chase arched his eyebrows, annoyed. ''Should I pity him?''

''Do you want people to pity you?''

''No, I don't.''

''So don't pity him. But try to forgive him, was it really his fault?''

No, it wasn't. Chase knew it wasn't, but he was angry, mad this happened and he needed to blame somebody and House was his willing victim. He needed somebody the blame he wa sin this bed. That there was a possibility he would never surf again and that he would be recovering for a long time. When Chase looked up again from his thoughts Wilson was gone.

Chase tried to sleep again, but his chest kept hurting. Was this what House felt every minute of every day? Chase pressed his eyes shut, he shouldn't think about House, he should try to sleep. Maybe it would be better tomorrow. Maybe he would feel better and would be the pain less. Was that what House thought eve- NO. No more thinking about House he told himself again as he tried to sleep again but as much as he tried and as exhausted as he was, he knew he wasn't going to sleep tonight. He couldn't stop thinking about the man that tried to brush his stabbing of as a joke. Was that bad? Not since it came from House's mouth. Chase shivered again with the thought of House mentioning the ramp van when they were DDX'ing. House had been House then, but when he came to see him at PT, he had not been House. He had been a person with feelings that seemed to mean his apology.

Still, it had been House that had busted into the surgery, trying to get them out of there. Maybe it had been to see him, but it still had been something Crofield was right about and right now Chase wasn't sure why he had protected him.

A nurse entered his room to check on him and he pretended he was asleep as tried to go to into some happy place in his mind, where he didn't have to think about what was happening right now. Did his patients do that as well? As the nurse was done he tried to contain his tears and he was not sure if it was because he was embarrassed, in pain or exhausted and he moved his head aside, trying to sleep again when he saw the person looking at him from through the blinds.

'See, none of this is fun, House.' Chase thought before closing his eyes again.

NOTE: I hope you liked it and thought it was realistic to the series. Please tell my what you thought about it! Honestly I think this one of the best stories I ever wrote. Please do tell me and should I continue this or leave it a one shot? Thank you a lot for reading!